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 […]
Gorgeous photo VJ.
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Thank you
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I love the sky as a strip against all the snow.
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So beautiful! A pastel morning.
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Yes! Thanks
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Welcome!
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Wow! That’s incredible! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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Stunning! It’s like the sky is letterboxed.
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Yes, it was interesting. Thanks.
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Beautiful sunrise shots!
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Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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VJ, nicely done. Keith
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Thanks Keith
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