Talks stalledescapees strugglelives minimizedburdens heavydespair palpable Can they sensethe global hug,compassion circling? Do prayers have substance,or have the displacednever felt so alone? (Image mine)
Love evolves –a considerationwe overlookedthose day whenpassion drove usto fanciful displays Tried to align myselfto the certaintyof your dreamsbut my compasswas set elsewhere Memory, thoughhas tattooed uson my heart;the ink still bleeds. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)
Is the writing on the wall so cryptic?Graphic images depict rageflames of dissonanceyoung men bleeding at their own handscompassion incapacitated. A sad awakening for a society fixatedon rights and privileges, dominating culture excluding the nurtureof humanity, or preservation of life. How can we continue to closet our children’s pain – their vitality oozing – hopelessly […]
One Woman's Quest II 
The last dance!
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Yes! Thanks
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😉
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Going up in a flame comes to mind.
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It does look like that!
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GORGEOUS!
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Thank you!
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Love it! The color contrast is remarkable. 🙂
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome!
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what a beautiful image of the past and the present!
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Thanks!
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🙂
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Very dramatic! I love this! This would be a great photo prompt! 😀 ❤
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Thanks Deborah. The image definitely cries out: define me.
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