No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)
Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Such a lovely dream this is!
Thank you so much for sharing these amazing sky captures with my challenge and apologies for checking out this late 🙂
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Welcome, Hammad
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I love those big fluffy clouds on a summer’s day… they are meant for dreaming.
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Never gets old, does it? Thanks.
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Never!! You’re welcome.
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Those are dreamy and fluffy! I want to go lay down in those clouds! Beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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I agree. Thanks.
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I particularly like the first photo. The season is just on the cusp of changing.
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Thanks Liz. Every day I see a bit more of autumn creeping in. Feels too early.
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You’re welcome, VJ. It definitely feels too early.
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