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 […]
Love these photos…there is just something so special about water in our hearts and our souls…I agree ❤️
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There is! Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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Awww, summertime fun!
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What a contrast between the first two photos and the third!
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Colours of summer. Thanks Liz
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And I love ’em all!
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Love the photos. They capture the summer light so well…and the words describe the feeling so well!
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Thanks Heather. I love summer.
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Me too! You’re welcome.
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Yes, they do!
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Lovely captures and words…
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Thank you!
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Lovely.
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Thanks!
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