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 
Pippi is a cutie and I love the beautiful fall colors in the tree.
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Thanks Eugi
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You are welcome, VJ.
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Pippi is ever so cute, even with that sad face. That tree is wonderful but I did think of all those leaves everywhere. Thanks for joining in VJ 🙂 🙂
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Not to mention the nuts, Brian! Welcome
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Pippi – so dear! Glad to hear Toby is okay!
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Both back on doorbell duty 😁
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Love that, VJ!
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The last 3 months for the fall and the winter. May those be happy for everyone, everywhere.
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🙏😊
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Little Pippi looks so sad . . .
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She really was. We often refer to them as two dogs with one brain – hers. She was missing parts, lol
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😀
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