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#Silent Sunday… A Walk in the Park…
The view across the lake… they call it a pond, but surely it is too big? They have some unusual trees around the lake… and here is another one! I always feel so much better after a walk around the lake…
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Good News and Bad News…
I really wanted to do a Six on Saturday post today, but short of going for a walk to see if I could find something to photograph, I don’t have anything. There have been other developments this week, however. I have good news and bad news. I have been putting off cutting the grass as…
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Touching the Edge… #Poetry
Image by Peter H from Pixabay Touching the Edge Standing in a dark room I touch the edge of tomorrow. I am drawn into an unfamiliar world Facing myself in the mirror my image speaks to me. I don’t understand the words My image fades like fog I am standing in the dark room, afraid to move. Slow,…
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Destiny or Fate? #Choices
Image by Alexa from Pixabay Destiny or Fate? I was reading an article the other day, where they were talking about destiny and fate as though they were two different things. I have always thought they basically the same thing. Is destiny what you hope for, and fate what you end up with? Curious to see who was…
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Like a River… #Poetry
Image by Alex Hu from Pixabay Time flows like a river, never still Its current carries moments, at will It dances through the night and the day Stealing seconds, then slipping away A relentless force, it cannot be tamed, leaving memories in its wake, unnamed Embrace each fleeting moment sublime, For in the end, it’s time that marks…
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The Determination of a Purple Pansy…
At the risk of being a boring old fart, I am still going on about the struggle it takes to do anything different these days. Except for writing, of course. Luckily, creating characters in unusual and interesting situations works better than ever. Something I am incredibly grateful for. More time to do this would be…
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The Botanist: (Washington Poe Book 5) #Review #Hard Boiled Mystery #Fiction
This is going to be the longest week of Washington Poe’s life… Detective Sergeant Washington Poe can count on one hand the number of friends he has. And he’d still have his thumb left. There’s the guilelessly innocent civilian analyst, Tilly Bradshaw of course. Insanely brilliant, she’s a bit of a social hand grenade. He’s…
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Macro Monday… #In Search of Tranquility…
Image by edith lüthi from Pixabay A new week and a new month. A new page, awaiting that first pen stroke… This is how it feels this morning, but the truth doesn’t seem so lyrical or poetic. I have had a look at all the irons in my fire, still far too many for my liking. I have…
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Until I Wake… #Poetry
Image by 8385 from Pixabay ~ Poetry by Anita Dawes
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#Silent Sunday… A Walk in the Park…
The view across the lake… they call it a pond, but surely it is too big? They have some unusual trees around the lake… and here is another one! I always feel so much better after a walk around the lake…
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Good News and Bad News…
I really wanted to do a Six on Saturday post today, but short of going for a walk to see if I could find something to photograph, I don’t have anything. There have been other developments this week, however. I have good news and bad news. I have been putting off cutting the grass as…
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Touching the Edge… #Poetry
Image by Peter H from Pixabay Touching the Edge Standing in a dark room I touch the edge of tomorrow. I am drawn into an unfamiliar world Facing myself in the mirror my image speaks to me. I don’t understand the words My image fades like fog I am standing in the dark room, afraid to move. Slow,…
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Destiny or Fate? #Choices
Image by Alexa from Pixabay Destiny or Fate? I was reading an article the other day, where they were talking about destiny and fate as though they were two different things. I have always thought they basically the same thing. Is destiny what you hope for, and fate what you end up with? Curious to see who was…
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Like a River… #Poetry
Image by Alex Hu from Pixabay Time flows like a river, never still Its current carries moments, at will It dances through the night and the day Stealing seconds, then slipping away A relentless force, it cannot be tamed, leaving memories in its wake, unnamed Embrace each fleeting moment sublime, For in the end, it’s time that marks…
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The Determination of a Purple Pansy…
At the risk of being a boring old fart, I am still going on about the struggle it takes to do anything different these days. Except for writing, of course. Luckily, creating characters in unusual and interesting situations works better than ever. Something I am incredibly grateful for. More time to do this would be…
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The Botanist: (Washington Poe Book 5) #Review #Hard Boiled Mystery #Fiction
This is going to be the longest week of Washington Poe’s life… Detective Sergeant Washington Poe can count on one hand the number of friends he has. And he’d still have his thumb left. There’s the guilelessly innocent civilian analyst, Tilly Bradshaw of course. Insanely brilliant, she’s a bit of a social hand grenade. He’s…
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Macro Monday… #In Search of Tranquility…
Image by edith lüthi from Pixabay A new week and a new month. A new page, awaiting that first pen stroke… This is how it feels this morning, but the truth doesn’t seem so lyrical or poetic. I have had a look at all the irons in my fire, still far too many for my liking. I have…
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Until I Wake… #Poetry
Image by 8385 from Pixabay ~ Poetry by Anita Dawes
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 