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 […]
Shoe Store!
How much simpler it can be 🙂
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Exactly, lol.
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I love your s series, VJ! The Shoe Store, very cool.
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That’s Amy!
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Wonderful selection.
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Thanks
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All good–except for the snake!!
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Lol, thanks
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You’re welcome!
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love the succulents!!! and the snow day picture is dreamy……….
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Thanks Wendi!
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🙂
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Very creative V.J. – LOVED the shoe store, a perfect S!!
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Thanks Tina.
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