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 fence lines 😀 😀
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Thanks 😊
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Well done meeting the challenge! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah.
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I like the second one in particular. The scene would make a good painting, I think.
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I was actually surprised to find a fence there – the scenery is beautiful, thanks.
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You’re welcome, VJ. I love stumbling upon surprise beautiful scenery.
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