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Today/#photography
Will we dwell on tomorrow, trembling in fear and pain, or continue in the way of the Peaceful Warrior? There is no tomorrow for choices to be made. There is only today. My brave, lovely Jonquil tree made it through the snows, losing only a few blooms who came out to play too…
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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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Passion or Pain/#SoCS
Passion or pain, tell me again why I surrender without a thought of what I ought to expect, no regret, for blood runs hot and soon is forgot the sting of sorrow left for tomorrow when ‘ere you are gone leaving me here alone with naught but a glint and the sultry scent of…
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Dare We Hope? #Photography
The path to Spring is strewn with Camellia blossoms….
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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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Always….#Poetry
Always Too many hours, minutes, days and weeks mark the passing of time between a life with you in it and this one without any trace of your face, your smile so kind, my mind has found a way to let go. No more sorrow creeping, seeping from my veins like poisonous regret for all…
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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…
Dreaming Reality 
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