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 […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Oh what fun (and for different reasons) your photos for this week are. 😀 😀
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Thanks 😊
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I don’t see Susan here.
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Lol. They are quite spectacular.
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Nicely done! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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I love the Streetstars with the blue, very striking!
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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VJ, now there is a strange mix, but vivid colors. Keith
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Wasn’t sure I could find anything with two s’s, so there you go. Thanks Keith
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I love the Susans, especially that one in the middle, she’s such a show off!
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Always spectacular, I agree! Thanks.
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Welcome!
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