Ghosts have no shadowsthey are unsubstantiatedrumours of a life… I exist, not becauseof my shadows, and despitethe times I’ve been ghosted Ghosts and shadows –without them I am two-dimensionalwith them, I am poetry. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
What if loyalty purchased this houseand commitment co-signed?We’d take out a mortgagebased on love – interest only What if our foundation was spiritualand our walls cornerstones of faith?We’d furnish our home with joyand leave room for wonder. Can you imagine the possibilitiesif we dedicated this life to service,if we made our marriage the hub,found a […]
No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)
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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