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 
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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