When I had a mothermy hair would cascadein curls of auburn perfectiona red velvet bow to accentuate the wave And I’d wear my bestnewly sewn frockwith lace at the neckand fishnet stockingsand patent Mary Janes And the girls giggling with delightwould skip hand-in-handto the school promand the boys shyly perchedagainst the back wall would wonderhow […]
Isolated and incapacitatedI am prohibited from partakingof the influx of information incessantly presented consequently cut offfrom prescribed expectationsdictating costuming and culture external expressions of acceptanceare sorely missing, suggestingan overall lack of self-worth. Interestingly inverse to such conclusionsis the sudden contentment that arisesfrom escaping the mayhem Internal relief overrides dictated performancesurrendering willingly to intrinsic motivationand renewed […]
What a cutie! Lovely image, VJ, and so right about hanging on!
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Thanks 🙏
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You’re welcome, VJ!
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Amen! And I love the photo of the wren.
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Thanks.
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Welcome. 😉
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So true VJ! Is that bird some type of wren? Its body shape reminds me a lot of the little Carolina wrens who like to perch on my back deck and sing at the top of their lungs.😊 Hope you’re doing well sweet friend!
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Hi Terri! Nice to hear from you. That is a rock wren, photographed in Arizona. I love when the Carolina wrens visit. So cute.
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Great lines and image 👍🏼
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Haha. Beautiful. 😊
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Thanks 🙏
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I think we’ve all been there at one time or another. I love the photo, a study in shades and textures of brown.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Nice.
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Thanks Keith
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So true VJ
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Thanks 😊
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Pleasure, my friend
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😊😊
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