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)
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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