The place remains in my dreamslike a movie set preserved… Have assigned each rooma critique – disclosed the crimes Yet, it remains, like a beacondraws me to it, begs reflection What if I could go backnow that I can breathe Now that I’ve laid claim to maturity;would I discover a sudden windfall? Makeover conditioned motifs;reevaluate […]
Talks stalledescapees strugglelives minimizedburdens heavydespair palpable Can they sensethe global hug,compassion circling? Do prayers have substance,or have the displacednever felt so alone? (Image mine)
Love evolves –a considerationwe overlookedthose day whenpassion drove usto fanciful displays Tried to align myselfto the certaintyof your dreamsbut my compasswas set elsewhere Memory, thoughhas tattooed uson my heart;the ink still bleeds. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)
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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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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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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