I walk the streets
Of this world as a stranger does.
I follow my dreams.
You might think that I act weird,
But I am a free woman.
Free
12 Sunday Apr 2015
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Hortus Closus
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Freedom 🙂
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You would need to be a free woman to wear that magnificent hat in public! Of course if you lived during the Gilded Age, it would be right the style!
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so lovely, thank you for sharing your talent!! Beautiful!
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Love this!!
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Love the graphics and this poem. ❤
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Walking at random,
One discovers many things ;
Which others don’t know.
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Hail the free woman! Beautiful!
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Condivido.
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Agree. May I reblog to “Tales of Unwise Paths”?
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Yes, you can. I thank you
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Many thanks. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Tales of Unwise Paths.
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Many of us are strangers, in different ways, yet the same. Beautiful poem.
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