Ghosts have no shadowsthey are unsubstantiatedrumours of a life… I exist, not becauseof my shadows, and despitethe times I’ve been ghosted Ghosts and shadows –without them I am two-dimensionalwith them, I am poetry. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
What if loyalty purchased this houseand commitment co-signed?We’d take out a mortgagebased on love – interest only What if our foundation was spiritualand our walls cornerstones of faith?We’d furnish our home with joyand leave room for wonder. Can you imagine the possibilitiesif we dedicated this life to service,if we made our marriage the hub,found a […]
No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)
The look in eyes of that bull is saying a lot about the close enough theme 😀
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Lol. Exactly!
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I call the little ones bobble heads!
Great picture!
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Thank you!
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Your poetry is beautiful!
I will enjoy following you 😊
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Thanks so much!
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Great shots! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks.
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Two very cool close ups for this week. 😀
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Thanks Cee
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I don’t think Mr. Buffalo was quite ready for his close-up . . .
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Ha ha. That fence looked far too flimsy for me to stick around.
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I hear that!! 😀
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