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 
How lovely, VJ!
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😊😘
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Powerful, promising, and perfect!
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Thanks dear Eugi
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Beautiful! I aspire to this!
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Sweet complement, Wynne. Thanks
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Love this . The image the words, perfect
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Appreciate it!
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Powerful! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks, Deborah 💕
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I love the poem and the image in equal measure!
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Thanks Liz. I like how that image turned out.
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You’re welcome, VJ. I think the image is one of your best.
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😘
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Love your poem and message
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Thanks Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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VJ, nicely said. “I simply am.” Thanks for sharing. Keith
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Thanks Keith
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That’s a powerful poem. I can relate, though at times I feel very lost and in need of rescue.
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I know how you feel, but as soon as someone tries to rescue, I retreat. I think kind compassion is always the best. Thanks.
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I like this. Daily we are living the Master Class!
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Yes, we are. Thanks.
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Welcome.
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