No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)
Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
One Woman's Quest II 
I always love your weekend skies–and the birds are a bonus!
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Thanks. Sky-gazing is such a bonus. Thank goodness for this challenge.
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Yes!
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The colours are magnificent and flying birds always a favourtite VJ 🙂 🙂
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Thanks Brian!
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I wished to take photos the flying birds easily. They don’t like my intrusion very much 🙂
Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful sky capture with my challenge, V.J.
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Thanks Hammad.
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Nice click
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Thanks
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Yes these are very lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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I love clouds. Such beautiful calming photos
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Me too! Thanks.
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beautiful…
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Thank you. I tried to visit your blog but the link doesn’t work.
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https://crimsonblogs15.wordpress.com/
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That worked! Thanks.
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most welcome dear…
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most welcome knutson
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These are lovely.
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Thanks to a fellow cloud lover.
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😊Welcome!
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