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Hanging Around/Photography

The empty air between us seems so thick, so distant, as in dreams. Memory fades to hazy view, framed in melancholy hue. Razor’s edge once cut so deep now rusts in pools of tears I weep. I wept-no more-the well is dry, the burden gone, with wings I fly, no more bemoan what might…
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Perpetual/#Poetry

When life whispered to my soul, calling the blush onto my cheek, I sensed the continuity of existence coursing hotly through my veins, inciting me to breathe as I reached towards the receding Light that sent me into such a life as lay before my newly awakened consciousness. Slowly….. …
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A Closer Look/Photography

Whirling globes of chemistry dancing in the air…. for me!
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Sunday Reverie/photography

The best thing about Sunday is freedom- the freedom to think about anything, nothing, everything and more but only after Saturday’s errands, catching up and chores. It takes all of Saturday to unwind, detox, relax, reset, refresh and cut the cord to work and worry, convince myself to slow my steps, there simply…
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Crooked/Poetry

The crooked little man took a crooked step along the crooked walk, he took a ragged breath and then began to talk.
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Occasional Whimsy/#SoCS

Ocular interpretation bowing to imagination, floating off in pastel hue of sunset pink and ocean blue, magically against the light, pure occipital delight! With each breath, anticipation, to honor this new occupation! Sighing, flying, giggling me to think such play would set me free till fun o’clock comes to an end with deadly kisses…


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