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 
These are beautiful, to repeat a word
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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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