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)
One Woman's Quest II 
Beautiful and serene!
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We need that sometimes!
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Oh, can I just lay down in the middle of this peaceful water, and just float?
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Wouldn’t that be lovely?
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Gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks!
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😘
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Lovely!
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Ahhhhh, such a peaceful green interlude to start my week . . .
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Let’s go fishing. Nice.
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It’s a great place to fish!
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