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)
I love those! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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VJ, we saw the facades more in Ireland and England on vacations, but I love the painted wooden ones in your picture. That had texture. Keith
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Thanks Keith. We live in a historical, touristy area.
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It is quaint. I would visit there.
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You’re always welcome, Keith!
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The downtown area where you live?
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The first is a local tourist area and the second where we live. All very quaint.
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I’m quite fond of quaint myself!
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