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 […]
Love the snow walk especially!! Feels like coming hom! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Definitely inviting. Thanks
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🥰lovely!🥰 (Yep…even the pretty barn with the snow!)
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The red barn really shows off in the winter. Great photos VJ 😀
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Thanks Cee
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I love a good walk!
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I always did too.
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Glad you said archives and the white stuff hasn’t arrived yet!
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I second that!
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Gosh no! Not nearly ready
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