Arms flung wide,hair loose,likejets of flame,she is flyingin sheerjoy.The bicyclistis onewith herbike,with thewindwith theearthand mostimportantly…with herself.In these moments ofperfect happinessnothingcan intrude -no judgments,no rudequestions or comments,no sidelongeye rolls,no self-doubt. April 7 #CRFNationalPoetryMonth Today’s graphic prompt was:
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