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)
One Woman's Quest II 
Oh wow!
Now, this is something I do see almost everyday but fails miserably whenever I try to capture it.
Thank you so much for sharing this with my challenge, VJ 🙂
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Thanks Hammad.
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Such a familiar picture. I can hear the honking LOL
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Lots of that going on these days.
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I’m in the centre of the city. I haven’t heard any lately. Wait. I did about a month ago.
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Great captures! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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It’s that time of year!
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It is!
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VJ, it truly looks like they are all on a string. Good capture. Keith
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Thanks.
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Love it!
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Thanks Heather.
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You’re welcome.
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