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Crannied Walls

They cling, these city dwellers, to crannied city walls dusted with the exhaled indifference of a blindly passing world. Gasping in the fetid urban exhale longing for the touch of errant bee. Escapees of discarded flower pots surviving on sporadic a/c drips stretch to catch a glimpse of sunrise. Rooted in their dreams of being free. 2/18/2020

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Date: 3/14/2020 6:45:00 PM
Congratulations, John. This is just so utterly lovely. Favorite.
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Date: 3/11/2020 8:15:00 AM
Back with congratulations! :))) xomo
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Date: 3/9/2020 4:30:00 PM
Beautiful metaphor, John. And I love your image of "surviving on sporadic a/c/drips." Congratulations!
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Date: 2/24/2020 9:24:00 AM
I always stop to marvel. Been known to take pictures. Love this. My best to you in the contest John. A fave :) xomo
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Date: 2/19/2020 12:34:00 AM
This is a good one John. I can not imagine living in a city, especially all of my life.To know real freedom one must experience the pathless woods or a quiet lake in a small boat. That my friend is freedom!
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John Lawless
Date: 2/22/2020 11:38:00 PM
Well Daniel I do find time to kayak on the River Charles and a few quiet ponds
Date: 2/18/2020 11:40:00 PM
A great depiction of inner city blues, John!
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John Lawless
Date: 2/22/2020 11:36:00 PM
Thanks for stopping by Evelyn. The muse was playing with some urban metaphor

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