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 […]
One Woman's Quest II 
A happy neighbor!
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The best!
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Mr. Finch looks to be sweet little fellow.
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I think this is a young’un. Very sweet.
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I think you’re right. His coloring looks a little muted.
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Great expression!
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Isn’t it! She’s saying: Did you put this here, human?
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Exactly! 🙂
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Bird cafe 😃sounds interesting…
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Lol. Hubby is setting up an array of feeders.
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😃
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Adorable! 🙂
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Thanks.
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The Finch will be happy. A wonderful last photo VJ 🙂 thanks for joining in
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Definitely a happy finch and friends.
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