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 
You are quite deserving of these gifts.
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You are sweet
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How lovely! It’s raining here too. But it is a respite from unusually warm days for this time of the year.
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Thanks.
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You deserve all the beautiful flowers and presents, V.J.!🌷
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🙏💕
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Beautiful – especially your lovely gratitude!
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đź’•
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How thoughtful of the Ukrainian comunity to give you the beautiful flowers!
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It was a lovely surprise.
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A lovely show of appreciation
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It sure is.
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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