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 
They are so calming!
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They are!
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They are so beautiful
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You’re welcome ☺️
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magical! (K)
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On our last drive on the back roads, the clouds looked very sculptural. As you say, mesmerizing!
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I never tire of watching them.
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Nor do I!
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We’ve had an incredible Autumn here, the colours seem so much more vibrant this year. Beautiful photos.
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It really makes a difference when we get full colour. Ours has been sporadic.
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