Talks stalledescapees strugglelives minimizedburdens heavydespair palpable Can they sensethe global hug,compassion circling? Do prayers have substance,or have the displacednever felt so alone? (Image mine)
Love evolves –a considerationwe overlookedthose day whenpassion drove usto fanciful displays Tried to align myselfto the certaintyof your dreamsbut my compasswas set elsewhere Memory, thoughhas tattooed uson my heart;the ink still bleeds. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)
Is the writing on the wall so cryptic?Graphic images depict rageflames of dissonanceyoung men bleeding at their own handscompassion incapacitated. A sad awakening for a society fixatedon rights and privileges, dominating culture excluding the nurtureof humanity, or preservation of life. How can we continue to closet our children’s pain – their vitality oozing – hopelessly […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Love the sky peeking through the trees. 😊
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Oops! Meant the sun not the sky. 😂
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Lol. I knew what you meant.
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Thanks Irene.
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So wonderful!
Those empty branches and snow on the ground merging quite well with the sunset.
Thank you so much for sharing these amazing captures with my challenge 🙂
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Always a pleasure.
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That’s gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks!
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It’s always a pleasure to watch the sun go down through the trees.
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It is. This is the view from my favourite place to sit in the house.
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I can see why! I have favorite place to sit at the back of the house and watch the sun set and a favorite place to sit in the front of the house to watch the sun rise.
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Nice.
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🙂
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