“Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” Franz Kafka
A Story In Lines Her bisque skin, carrying the scars of winter's past, coursing torrents now etched like a dry river bed, all delicate parchment, testimony to lived skin, as expiation for love's need, life poured out, a libation of for others sketched across her open face, a story in lines, never spoken, but always told in humble presence. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All rights Reserved ®
In the times i needed most, I WAS ALONE. Real life stories through my life that hopefully can enspire someone struggling.
Words from Angela.
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In the times i needed most, I WAS ALONE. Real life stories through my life that hopefully can enspire someone struggling.
Words from Angela.
My original blog got too big. Time to downsize.
Serving The Family Caregiver
Videos and Music with Subliminal Joy affirmation meditation
Everything Organic
Poetry and Flash Fiction
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Beautiful
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This is just how we should view aging.
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Lovely. 🙂
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Inside – that woman is still 16 – always will be!
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Still with vibrant eyes.
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Exactly
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and this is how i strive to live but it ain’t always easy. Beautiful truths Paul.
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No, so true, and right now it is getting better for me on that score, PTSD is no simple thing I’ve discovered.
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I’m glad to hear that things are going better on that front Paul. PTSD is tough for sure. Many different triggers. I refer clients to EMDR and they seem to get good results. 💖
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I love this poem – a beautiful take on story lines
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