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 
Holding a hot beverage cup in winter and inhaling the steam out from it is my favorite thing to do 🙂
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I don’t have a bear cup, VJ, but I like “I don’t do mornings.” 🙂 🙂
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Lol!
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😂💤
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Oh I adore your photo for this week. 😀 😀
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Thanks Cee.
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Great shots! Love the bear cup! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks! Me in the morning, lol.
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I am with Liz on the bear cup. It says “Don’t poke the bear,” at least before coffee. Nicely done.
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Exactly! Thanks Keith!
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I like your bear cup!
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Thanks. It’s says: I don’t do mornings! but I chose not to show that, lol.
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You’re welcome, VJ. I have the equivalent bear “I don’t do mornings” nightshirt, courtesy of my husband.
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Love it!
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😀
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