Two days after we landed, boxes and all, I fell ill with the flu. Friends and family unpacked while I slept my way through feverish chills and sweats and all the other fun things that come with this bug. Yesterday, I regained a sense of normalcy, and could finally focus on my new surroundings. Of […]
A cruel masterthe ticking clockSo much potentialGet it done! I rush past shadowscrumple the pagesfailed attemptsmounting What of dreams?Of life’s destiny?How I worshipat the altar of should Even with positivityfantastical notions fall shortI argue against uncertaintymeet only disapproval There is no magicno pre-destined famejust dust gatheringThe dead are unimpressed. (Image my own)
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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