Contemplating risk –a reunion with a former selflooking for an exit When did I become a snakerestrained?When did I become persona non grata? I slither between storiesconvince myself I can flydistraction a ruse I have big cat energyoverstepping boundariessocially adverse A faulty jeweldreaming of abundance but there’s a dragon to disarm My mother’s burden on my […]
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 […]
I still love a park bench!
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Yes! Me too! Look forward to when they are open for sitting again. Thanks for commenting.
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Very well done. The black-and-white is so effective to convey the sense of loneliness.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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My kind of place. Beautiful shots.
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Thank you!
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Benches, trees, water, and a swan … can’t go wrong with that combination 😀
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Lol. Thanks Cee.
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such beautiful words with such deeply moving photos……..I felt a lot of emotions looking at those photos.
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It touches a place deep inside, I agree. Thanks Wendi.
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yes, it does……
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A bench to sit and reflect on sitting-and-reflecting… how that need must balance with up-&-doing&connecting needs.
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Definitely a balancing point!
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A perfect place to be…
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Wouldn’t it be? Thanks.
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Oh this is so sadly true! You spoke my soul’s ache for mother nature! Beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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All the benches here are off-limits. I agree with the ‘ache’. Thanks.
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You’re welcome my friend! ❤
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