Cast my shadow over white banksassert presence: proud, defiant Will find beauty in deserted placesand colour in the monochrome Haunted by a Winter state of mindresolved to stretch despite chill. (Image my creation)
He fills the homewith sweetness –serenades their love –while she picks awayat every gesture,imagining subterfuge His floral wordsonly serve to pokedoubts – she readsbetween the linesof ornamental landmines He lights candlesto set a mood,but she is alreadyplanning a funeral –her wrung out heartunwilling to fall.
The eight of cups –an octopus balancingmulti-tasks; I jugglefog, attempt to calibrate logisticsbut instinctsare dull-edged,my tentacles lackingsuction – will slitherback into hiding. (Tuesday, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
One Woman's Quest II 
I want to do this for real 🙂
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I know! I wish I could.
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I love this!
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Thank you!
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WOW – that is invigorating!!
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Oh to be that young and free! Thanks Jazz.
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We need to follow in her footsteps! She can teach us how to play and have fun instead of being so serious! 🙂 ❤
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She sure can!
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Sheer delight!!
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Absolutely!
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