No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)
Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
What a stunning flower/shot VJ, words are unnecessary and difficult to find.
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Thanks Paul. That’s how I felt.
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😀
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These are so pretty V.J.! Happy Thanksgiving! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah. Happy Thanksgiving to you!
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So lovely.
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Thank you!
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Wow she looks like bird !! Spectacular 🤩
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Thank you!
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Beautiful flowers! They must be a day brightener.
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They are! Thank you.
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You’re welcome!
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Beautiful captures. It is like it is about to take flight!
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Yes. I hadn’t seen that. I was drawn to the contrast between inside and outside.
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Beautiful
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Thank you!
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Always welcome!
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Love this!
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Thanks.
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