IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
One Woman's Quest II 
This is lovely V.J.! ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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You’re welcome my friend! ❤
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Wonderful shot.
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Thanks
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Nice trio of warming reds
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Thanks!
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A welcome sight indeed! The building in the second photo is interesting. What are the sheds in front of it?
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The building is a town hall. I imagine those are utility sheds for the groundskeepers – very well maintained, tourist sight.
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It’s very grand. Utility sheds would make sense.
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