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 […]
Magnifique..merci
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De rien
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Oh, my! Fabulous shots!
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Thanks 😊
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Most welcome! 😊
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Brilliant photos for this week 😀 😀
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Thanks Cee
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Beautiful flowers and how precious is that doe! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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I agree with Keith and Liz. 😊
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Thanks Heather
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Welcome.
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VJ, it is amazing how serene and elegant the picture of the deer among the headstones is. It is surreal. Nicely done. Keith
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I agree, Keith. I’ve never seen anything like it. VJ’s outdone herself on this one!
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Thanks Liz
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Surreal is a good word. Thanks Keith
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