That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]
Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.
Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.
One Woman's Quest II 
Nicely done 🙂
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Great photos!
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Thanks!
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Most welcome!
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The duck looks angry and the rabbit is so cute!
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Thanks Teresa. Never know what I’m going to find in my backyard.
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Oh what marvelous photos you have for us this week 😀 😀
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Thanks Cee.
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I really love these! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah.
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That is funny. I was thinking is this real or some form of art work. Thanks for sharing..
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He was right outside my window. The dogs were ballistic.
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Hmm, I wonder what that fellow is thinking . . .
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“What’s up Doc?”
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😀
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