Nose under throw rugs,
looking for what’s been swept aside;
or rustling about in back closets,
turning over the unused and out-of-date;
or straddling boards in the attic,
straining to ascertain new, if not precarious, angles –
the writer’s home of choice is seclusion.
(Image mine)
Wonderful write β¨π«
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Thank you!
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YES “the writerβs home of choice is seclusion.”πβοΈπ₯
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Truth!
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Stunning image, VJ! Beautifully complements your creative lines. β¨
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Thanks so much, Michele
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My home of choice as well…..I love this image:)
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Thank you Janet.
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I think the older I get – nudged into it a bit courtesy of the pandemic! – the more I enjoy my solitude. And I love your image!
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Thanks Julie. For me, it was illness that forced solitude, but then I found comfort and such fertile creativity in that space.
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Yes. π
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Smiling back
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Lovely thoughts β€οΈ
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Thank you!
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…”looking for what’s been swept aside”…oh I love that…reminders to be aware…and so much better when done in “seclusion”. Thank you VJ…and I adore the image, too. π
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Thanks Victoria!
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Mr. HermitinVermont really digs this one. Thanks, VJ.
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Good to hear I’m not the only one.
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