The path wasn’t marked on any map
Twas a path that few living knew
A path that began in one world
To take the seeker to another
Twas a path not lightly trodden
The path she had taken
Betrayed, forgotten
Heartbroken
With a need which wasn’t greed
The harper sought that path
With love he would find her
With love he would heal her
With love he’d remain with her
Forever together
Dead.
crispina kemp 
Like a beautiful unraveling.
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Very much so, cos what was in my mind when I started this isn’t what was there at the finish
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An unexpected ending. I also chose this photo too.
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As I’ve just said to Dale, the Muse took over. In retrospect, I think it might be inspired by the myth of Orpheus
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Cool take Crispina.
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Thank you. Sadje. Sometimes it happens!
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Oh…. that did not go where I expected! Nicely done.
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Heck, it didn’t go where I expected either. The Muse took over.
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I love when that happens!
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It’s the best
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🙂
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Wonderful imagination I like how you just let the path lead you 🙌
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It did. And it didn’t go where I intended. It went better than that! I was thinking Thomas the Rhymer and ended up with Orpheus
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😅 but it works!
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Ooh, beautifully done, Crispina. 😊
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Thank you. It sometimes happens! 💖
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Exquisite!
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Thank you 💖
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😊
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Very beautiful take, Crispina, and moving also.
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Thank you, Indira 🙏💖
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My pleasure, dear. 💖
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🙏
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