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)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
These are really amazing 🙂
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Thanks.
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Beautiful photos, VJ! The first two just melt your heart.
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Thanks!
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Most welcome!
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So beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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Very cute.
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Thanks 😊
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Oh my goodness, VJ, these are fabulous! Those first two will just melt your heart….
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Thanks Terri!
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I love how you focused just on the puppy’s face. The expression is priceless!
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Thanks Heather. She is a character
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You’re welcome.
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The first two photos in particular are just irresistible!
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Have to admit, they make me smile.
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