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They were going to hem and haw and huff and pout and stare.
She knew, already, from little-disguised cold shoulders
And from frowns
And neighbors’ glare,
That there will be no escaping their displeasure,
Anyway.
Even though they did not explicitly say,
Or outright forbid
Or demand that she
Obey,
She had no doubt that there will nonetheless be some community hell
To pay.
So might as well she do things as her heart designed,
And let her spirit play.
The vivid laughter of her soul
On full display.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: vivid in 89 words
Na'ama Yehuda 
I agree with her, wholeheartedly. Her home, her beautiful expression of her vivid personality!
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Yeah! Me three! 🙂
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😀
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Good for her! I’m not sure what my neighbours would make of her though!
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🙂 Ah, well, she is who she is. 🙂
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The high value of independent thought and power of the will. Well done, Na’ama.
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Thank you, Bill! 🙂
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If not in one’s own home, where else might we express our deeper selves in all its flamboyant glory 🙂
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Indeedee! 🙂
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🙂
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