Talks stalledescapees strugglelives minimizedburdens heavydespair palpable Can they sensethe global hug,compassion circling? Do prayers have substance,or have the displacednever felt so alone? (Image mine)
Love evolves –a considerationwe overlookedthose day whenpassion drove usto fanciful displays Tried to align myselfto the certaintyof your dreamsbut my compasswas set elsewhere Memory, thoughhas tattooed uson my heart;the ink still bleeds. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)
Is the writing on the wall so cryptic?Graphic images depict rageflames of dissonanceyoung men bleeding at their own handscompassion incapacitated. A sad awakening for a society fixatedon rights and privileges, dominating culture excluding the nurtureof humanity, or preservation of life. How can we continue to closet our children’s pain – their vitality oozing – hopelessly […]
Such a pretty pink!
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Agreed. Thanks.
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Beautiful V.J. 😀
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Thanks Cee!
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So majestic! 🙂
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Thanks friend.
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Simply beautiful – words and photo!
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Thanks Heather!
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My pleasure!
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Was this one taken with your new camera? It turned out beautifully, picture-perfect, in fact!
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This was the old camera, in the rain. Flowers behave so nicely, lol. Thanks.
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You’re welcome. I would say that flowers are much more obliging for you than they are for me.
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Lol. I’m sure that’s not true.
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Rain drops certainly made these beauties more gorgeous 🙂
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Yes, they do!
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Didn’t they! Thanks.
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