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Normal to Zero/Threads From the Tapestry
I hope you’ll take a minute to visit my blogspot post in honor of my father who passed away this week. I also hope you are all doing well. Love and Light is so necessary in these troubling times. I feel like we are waiting for Lord Voldemort to show up. 😞🧙🏻♀️🙈 https://dweezepenny.blogspot.com/2020/11/normal-to-zerothreads-from-tapestry.html
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Sweet Captivity
Somewhere~ in the silent breath twixt unconcious bliss and first morning light’s dewy kiss my soul stands still, my mind’s free will unfettered by the constraints of cruel convention, what strange dimension of perfect comprehension, the bliss of awakening. Gone the phantasm of night, its war of demons driven back by crystal shards of daylight~…
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Angels I Have Known
There are times I feel as though I have been to the summit of Life’s perfection and others when I swear I have plummeted to the bowels of its darkest pit. My heart knows the truth, however, which is that this life has been so blessed. I have known great sorrows and tremendous joys in…
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Time and Again/#1LinerWednesday
Adrift on a sea of velvet dreams- soft, pink memories that fade in the harsh light of reality. I wander through the hallows of the forgotten, where moments sharp as cut diamonds tempt my hopeful heart, whisper my name- beckoning, taunting, haunting, cruel, heartless passion! Tis a lonely journey, wheel of life an endless round,…
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What Matters…
What we hold in the palm of our hands, delicate gift, the heart understands. What we possess but forget in the wake of regret withers in shadow of doubt. Fragrant remains of desire, kindling for funeral pyre, The bits that you clutch, have so numbed your touch, while faint memory lingers I slip…
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Hearts/Photography
Love, Mother Nature…. She speaks from my soul with brilliant simplicity, expressing what words cannot and lay paralyzed within, collecting dust as they fade to painful antiquity, lost among the debris of possibilty.
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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…
Dreaming Reality 
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