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Scourged Flesh

Scourged is the flesh of a man whose soul chisels at his heart.

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Tom Cunningham

Date: 7/10/2022 2:59:00 AM

So true Jenna, the scars often a painful reminder. Tom

David Kavanagh

Date: 7/9/2022 1:46:00 PM

Ah to be human Jenna, but could we still be without those chisels marks to remind us who we are, thought provoking, cheers David

Jenna Logan
Date: 7/10/2022 1:42:00 AM

It's the scars that make us remember the pains we've suffered and allows the healing to take place. Thank you for such insightful comments, David.

Andrew Fairchild

Date: 7/8/2022 4:35:00 PM

OO! That's the STUFF!

Jenna Logan
Date: 7/10/2022 1:40:00 AM

Thank you, Andrew.

Brian Sambourne

Date: 7/8/2022 3:14:00 PM

Wow! Your Monoku is a line of existential philosophy. Loved it! Best wishes, Brian

Jenna Logan
Date: 7/8/2022 4:00:00 PM

Thank you very much.

L Milton Hankins

Date: 7/8/2022 2:07:00 PM

A very interesting thought I will need to chew on for a while.

Jenna Logan
Date: 7/8/2022 3:59:00 PM

There are times in our lives when we have inner struggles. Example: Heart and mind disagree. We beat ourselves up over emotional issues.

Frederic Parker

Date: 7/8/2022 12:58:00 PM

an interesting picture you have painted

Jenna Logan
Date: 7/8/2022 1:03:00 PM

Aye, tis that. It's something I wrote some time ago. Sometimes we are our worst enemy.