When I had a mothermy hair would cascadein curls of auburn perfectiona red velvet bow to accentuate the wave And I’d wear my bestnewly sewn frockwith lace at the neckand fishnet stockingsand patent Mary Janes And the girls giggling with delightwould skip hand-in-handto the school promand the boys shyly perchedagainst the back wall would wonderhow […]
Isolated and incapacitatedI am prohibited from partakingof the influx of information incessantly presented consequently cut offfrom prescribed expectationsdictating costuming and culture external expressions of acceptanceare sorely missing, suggestingan overall lack of self-worth. Interestingly inverse to such conclusionsis the sudden contentment that arisesfrom escaping the mayhem Internal relief overrides dictated performancesurrendering willingly to intrinsic motivationand renewed […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Ah, days of bare feet, luxuriating in the carefree, delightful gallery VJ
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Thanks Paul.
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Pleasure VJ
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I really like your first photo for this week. 😀
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Thanks!
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Lovely photos for this challenge VJ!
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Thanks Aletta!
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VJ, with the tired bare feet, it looks like the experience needs to be reversed. It hit me as a wonderful day outside that left someone exhausted. It reminded me of those days on the shore where you walk yourself out in the shallow surf. Keith
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Nice thoughts Keith.
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I remember those bare feet!
The last photo would be the perfect accompaniment to Pete Seeger’s “Where Have All the Flowers Gone?”
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Yes! I like that photo – it would work with the song.
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