At every turna challenge – prefer scenicforays, encounterrocky climes – ironic twists,stretching this reluctant soul (Image my own)
Doctoring broken hearts –my own legacy a training ground –like an anesthesiologist I keep the patient breathing,asleep – muted by kindness,unconscious and unable to react. Why? Because lulling others is moreeffective than operating on self –faux obligations such a balm Administer lidocaine to the woundsNumbness preferable to open-heartedinvestigation… no sutures strong enoughto remedy internal bleeding […]
Somehow I knew his mask was porcelain –impossible to hide the soul’s lightreflected in troubled eyes… I played along though,humoured his self-deceptionnodded at assertions of calm Knew that one day the facade would crackthe mask would slip and the rage escape Why I didn’t run; I do not knowMaybe it was recognition –my own countenance […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Gorgeous pictures to go with wonderful words. Thank you.
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Thank you!
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So easy, yet so difficult to achieve.
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True.
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Beautiful
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Thanks!
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My choices, too, VJ.
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Perfect choices!
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Beautiful!!!
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Thanks Susan!
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100% agree.
Lovely shots.
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So lovely! ❤
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Thank you!
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Lovely pics and words, VJ. Instills peace.
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Yes, this is an ahhh poem.
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Thanks Ladies!
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