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)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
One Woman's Quest II 
How lovely.
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Thank you
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Most welcome.
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And a lovely riverside it is.
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😊
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I would love to close my eyes and wake up in that beautiful scene, listening to the river.
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The mornings are definitely magical. Thanks.
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Good morning! Thank you for these beautiful photos and wishing I was there! 🙂 ❤
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Wouldn’t that be wonderful…
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A beautiful photo
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Thanks!
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My pleasure
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And a good morning to you from the 🇬🇧 UK.
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😊
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