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 adore your first photo….maybe because they repaved my side street last week 😀 😀
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What’s better than a newly paved street!
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No potholes, no frost heaves, just a smooooooth ride.
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