Anfractuous connotes splintered, yet you and I,never broken, dancea circuitous routelost in personal reveriesinterlocking threadssolid as the symbolsadorning ring fingers. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Faint at the sight of needlesa squeamish gene, I’m sure Suck it up, adult self admonishesChild looks away, breath held Sixty-two years its been thustoo many pokes to count And now there is new promisea vaccine to ward off the virus Hope reduced to one tiny vialbelieve me, this sleeve’s rolling up. (Written for Reena’s […]
For every childvowed to be the calyxto cradle each budding soulwith a tender heart But I am imperfectideals devolvingin the face of losscross unbearable Tend my own garden nowrecognizing the powerof example overridingoppression of control. (Image my own)
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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