Not Yet Home June 30, 2015Vonita Red lights separate Me from home, darkness descends – I travel alone Share this: Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related
Wow … to think from seeing a red light, you can write a poem on it. And travel alone. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Nice choice…no Alas about it Vonita…off to clean my pond, gloriously hot here! Hope you had a good day! 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person
But when you have that notebook from the previous post, no, you’re not, Vonita. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Getting stuck in traffic is commonplace in my country. Truly relatable for me 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Wonderful piece
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Thank you very much 🙂
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My pleasure- I love your poetry
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I like how you convey so much in such less words. Beautiful words.
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Thank you!
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Wow … to think from seeing a red light, you can write a poem on it.
And travel alone. 🙂
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I was traveling alone on the bus! 🙂
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Stunning picture…very much in the moment, well captured! 🙂
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Thank you! Alas, it is a stock image, not taken by myself ❤
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Nice choice…no Alas about it Vonita…off to clean my pond, gloriously hot here! Hope you had a good day! 🙂
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Thank you, I had a lovely day, wishing you the same ❤
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But when you have that notebook from the previous post, no, you’re not, Vonita.
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Glad to hear it, Mark 🙂
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Getting stuck in traffic is commonplace in my country. Truly relatable for me 🙂
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Oh no! Glad you can relate, thank you.
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