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)
Seeing them just down the road is certainly a treat for the eyes and mind 🙂
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Always in. The other day we had one in our backyard.
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❤️
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Thanks
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They look like they’re enjoying that fresh green grass!
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Likely that’s what drew them out.
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These are precious! Are they from where you live? 🙂 ❤
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Just down the road. Was surprised to find them mid-day.
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You are so blessed to have that! 🙂 ❤
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