Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
There are mouse bitssplayed across the sunroomstuck to my favourite throw rug and great globs of glue The trap my husband setto catch the recent invasionapparently lured the hunterfor she, stiff legged andface matted, is skulkingelsewhere I stepped on a gluey biteyes not yet openbefore notingthe disarray Hard to concentratewhen a tail detachedfrom a thigh […]
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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