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)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
You guys had some fun! 🙂
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We sure did! Thanks
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That seems like one awesome app!
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So fun! Thanks.
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Love this! So fun – for all ages!
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Thanks Wynne.
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I love that there is creative synergy between you, that you probably anticipated something by even giving her the phone, and then inspiration for you both, how delightful.
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It’s a special relationship for sure.
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Yikes!!
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😊
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Always fun when grandmas and grandchildren play.
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Sure is!
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Aha! What fun, indeed! I am grinning ear to ear, VJ! 😀
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Yeah!
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You both are very clever. 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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😊 Thanks
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