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 
I love the pink sky, wow! Pink leggings are always a good idea to give a girl a lift.
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Her world is pink, she likes to say.
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Oh, that’s cute! 🙂
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Aww, your granddaughters are adorable!
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Thanks Eugi! I think so too, lol.
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Two varied an wonderful pinks for this week. 😀 😀
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Lol. Thanks.
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That pink sky is gorgeous and your grand babies are preciously adorable! 🙂 ❤
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A ham that one – just like her Grandma. Thanks.
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Your pinks really stand out, V.J.
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Thanks Teresa. Not a lot of pinks this time of year.
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