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)
Two gorgeous photos for this week’s black and white. Thanks VJ 😀
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Beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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Good title
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And great prose of course
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I love this black-and-white studies!
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