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)
Wow! I’ve never seen one.
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Such interesting creatures
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Surprise indeed 🙂
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Oh my goodness, it’s ADORABLE!
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It’s so cute! Great photography! 🙂 ❤
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They are hard to capture. Nice work!
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Thanks. He seem nonplussed by my presence.
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You’re welcome!
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I don’t think I’ve ever seen a mink!
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I hadn’t either until we moved here. There are a few hangers on from a previous mink farm.
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I was wondering how they came to be there!
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