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 […]
These are beautiful, to repeat a word
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Thanks!
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If only we could climb over this. How wonderful would that be 🙂
Thank you so much for sharing this amazing photo with my challenge. V.J.
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I’m sure we’d find castles and fairytales on the other side. Thanks
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This is really beautiful – perfect description too.
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Thanks Andrea.
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You’re welcome.
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Lovely!
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Thanks
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Wonderful!
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Thank you!
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Aptly named!
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This was just before a tornado warning – looked like some sort of artistry was at work.
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