At every turna challenge – prefer scenicforays, encounterrocky climes – ironic twists,stretching this reluctant soul (Image my own)
Doctoring broken hearts –my own legacy a training ground –like an anesthesiologist I keep the patient breathing,asleep – muted by kindness,unconscious and unable to react. Why? Because lulling others is moreeffective than operating on self –faux obligations such a balm Administer lidocaine to the woundsNumbness preferable to open-heartedinvestigation… no sutures strong enoughto remedy internal bleeding […]
Somehow I knew his mask was porcelain –impossible to hide the soul’s lightreflected in troubled eyes… I played along though,humoured his self-deceptionnodded at assertions of calm Knew that one day the facade would crackthe mask would slip and the rage escape Why I didn’t run; I do not knowMaybe it was recognition –my own countenance […]
One Woman's Quest II 
What is it about fences in winter? We may share an aesthetic addiction 🙂 – nicely done.
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Thanks Heather.
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These are really wonderful 🙂
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Thanks.
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I love the title!
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Thanks. Seems to me that is what the flowers are saying. Thanks for dropping by.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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I really like the black-and-white images, particuarly the last one. The little bird atop the car makes the image.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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Lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks.
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What a great trio of photos. I’m really like the first one. 😀 😀
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Thanks – thus the title.
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