That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]
Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.
Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.
One Woman's Quest II 
So adorable 🙂
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Looks like a fun day!
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It was a great day. Weather cooperated. Many community members came out. Children has so much fun. Such a contrast to the past two summers of Covid.
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One of greatest traditions, family and friends picnics. Thanks for sharing.
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Would have to be the cutest Last Photos VJ. Thanks for joining in 🙂 🙂
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😊
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I still don’t know why my computer software tells me that your site is one I shouldn’t access from the links but it is OK from Reader
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Weird.
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Very
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WP has been acting up lately. Just seemed to have got it back.
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Lovely and cheerful pics, VJ😍🥰😍
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Thanks
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