When I had a mothermy hair would cascadein curls of auburn perfectiona red velvet bow to accentuate the wave And I’d wear my bestnewly sewn frockwith lace at the neckand fishnet stockingsand patent Mary Janes And the girls giggling with delightwould skip hand-in-handto the school promand the boys shyly perchedagainst the back wall would wonderhow […]
Isolated and incapacitatedI am prohibited from partakingof the influx of information incessantly presented consequently cut offfrom prescribed expectationsdictating costuming and culture external expressions of acceptanceare sorely missing, suggestingan overall lack of self-worth. Interestingly inverse to such conclusionsis the sudden contentment that arisesfrom escaping the mayhem Internal relief overrides dictated performancesurrendering willingly to intrinsic motivationand renewed […]
I often see faces in a tree. How about you?
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All the time. Trees each have their own spirits don’t you think?
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Yes that causes me hug them at times. Especially Redwoods.
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Wow!
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Thank you!
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Welcome! 😉
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Loved the before and after perspective, so cool!
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Thanks Julie!
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GORGEOUS interpretation!
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Thanks Jazz. Very pleased with how it unfolded.
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Very beautiful! ❤
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Thanks Deborah.
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I love the transformation of your tree, based on what it told you!
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Thanks Liz.
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