I fear the denouement –the moment of reckoningwhen the winding pathunravels; when intentions,transient at best, revealthemselves as common liesand soul crumples before lightrecognizing this is not the end. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @ Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Young woman, I see your painremember a time when I toostruggled for autonomy, purpose Wish I could reach acrossthe span of generations, mirrorthe beauty that I see, release the tangle of deception that binds,facilitate your potential, helpadvance your journey, lift you beyond the clutter and noiseand deliver you to freedom, butyour book has not been […]
Symptoms –YieldingSpiritTamperedEnthusiasmMuteIncomprehensibleChallenge (M.E. or Myalgic Encephalomyelitis is said to be systemic. Every so often it reminds me so I attempt to write through it. Image and poem my own)
One Woman's Quest II 
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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