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)
Great job! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 🙏
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Superb black and white shot ❤️👍
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Thanks 😊
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I agree with Liz on the first photo. The second photo almost fooled me. I didn’t realize at first it was a bridge.
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Thanks Heather. Some new street art, I guess.
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Welcome!
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I love the composition of the first photo, as well as the black-and-white. Brava!
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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