That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]
Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.
Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.
One Woman's Quest II 
Very nice!
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Thanks ☺️
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So adorable! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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Mr. Squirrel looks like he’s enjoying his snack! I haven’t seen any deer around the house lately, although we did spot a fox last week.
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Fox are intriguing. Haven’t seen any here yet. Our neighbour puts out feed for the deer.
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The fox was a pretty little thing. If he was looking for chickens, he should have gone to the other end of the street, though.
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I love these, especially the deer photo.
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Thanks Heather
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You’re welcome.
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