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)
Love this quote. Well said.
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Thanks Eugi
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Truth!
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Thanks
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An excellent quote
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Thanks Sadje
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You’re most welcome
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Well said!
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😊🙏
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