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)
Do I spot another one beneath the flower?
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Yes! Yikes.
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Wow, great shot!!
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Thanks 😊
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You’re welcome!
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What an incredible shot! Well done! 🙂 ❤
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Hahaha…great shot!!
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Lol. 😊
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Wonderful captures.
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