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 […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Beautiful!
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A symphony indeed!
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Absolutely gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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The countryside does the same thing for me!
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Wow! Beautiful
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Now that you mention it, I can feel the symphony. Isn’t that a Diana Ross and the Supremes lyric?
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I don’t know….but no doubt lodged in distant memory.
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