Do I ever choose to live in
a fantasy world you asked and
I replied without a second’s
hesitation that I suppose
I must – aware of my feeling
that the sky seems to speak to me
by day and night of a wide arc
and of light and dark and colourand vapour and warmth and ice and
art’s glad invitation to soar
to ever higher heights and leap
into untold depths of wondrous
encounter hitherto unknown –
yes I choose all of these and am
in this present stopped in my tracks:
are these choices mere fantasies?
wind in my wheels 🌱 
How lovely, Simon, and a perfect pairing of word and image. ❤️
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Lori, thank you so much 😊✨x
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Fantastic poem…and I submit that regardless of the catalyst – whether in a dream or opened gently from a clenched fist – the feeling remains true. You embrace the day with wonder…xx
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Thank you, Mimi. I shall embark upon today with your words on my heart: ‘you embrace the day with wonder.’ 🤗✨x
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