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 
Faces filled with joy and life’s utmost brightness. Lovely captures 🙂
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Awww, she’s beautiful!
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Lovely!
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Pretty 😍
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Awww beautiful and sweet! 🙂 ❤
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They are so sweet. Thank you!
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Awww….they’re so beautiful!
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Not that I’m biased, lol. Thanks. Hope you are doing well.
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When I saw the title of your post come across my email, I thought there would be pictures of your granddaughters!
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What else! They light up my day.
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