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)
Lovely indeed 🙂
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Thanks!
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oh my goodness, this looks like my grandparents backyard from when I was a kid……..thank you!!!
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Must have been a dreamy spot for kids to visit. Thanks Wendi.
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it was………thank you!!!
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My pleasure.
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My favorite springtime green!
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It speaks to the soul, doesn’t it!
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Indeed it does!
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Oh the peace I receive when I look at these pictures! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks. They do the same for me.
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So serene!
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Thanks.
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