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)
Are they bigger than our palms?
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Yes. They are huge. And top heavy, lol.
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Wow!
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Yes!
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great view – it looks GIGANTIC
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Yes! It’s fallen over a few times, lol.
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what a nice splash of color in winter too
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Yes! Thanks.
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Very nice blog
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Thanks so much. Nice to meet you. Following.
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WOW!!
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Thanks.
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You’re welcome. I love a big, red, in-your-face amaryllis.
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Oh that is so beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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Isn’t it! Just what the soul needs on these grey days.
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Amen! 🙂 ❤
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