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)
Well, these images were unexpected! Good ones, all.
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Not my usual at all (except the squirrel). Thanks Liz.
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VJ, I love the hat in the first one, but the last one is my favorite. Nothing like a nice nap. Keith
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Thanks Keith. Plus those are my youngest granddaughter’s feet. Most precious.
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Perfect! Can relate to both…
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Thanks.
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the first one felt like a blast from the past!
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Right? Couldn’t resist snapping a photo
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I love it! It looks like a postcard or should be on a calendar.
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Cool photos for this week. Thanks so much V.J. for playing along 😀
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Thanks Cee. Always love your challenges. Just get overwhelmed sometimes.
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