IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
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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