Creative minds know no boundaries – no laws, no rules, no policies.
Thoughts flow freely into the winds. It burps, farts, sneezes, screams and laughs out loud.
And lands on paper or canvas and even on the sidewalks as half-eaten cherries by squirrels. That was yesterday afternoon.
Tread carefully over and around the mess. Hopefully, someone will clean house. And everything will be nice and tidy. Maybe today is a good time.
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Author’s note: You keep praying for answers. You look around and there is no response. You are it, basically.
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