Around here we write for five minutes on Friday; here's the unvarnished result:
Together.
To get her.
Twogether
Two-or-more gether.
Any way you slice it, it's something I'm not this morning. My brain is a clump of fuzzy drier lint: unproductive, just there.
At the same time, I feel scattered, like tufts of a dandelion in a blustering wind, bouncing on the grass, burst apart by a gust.
It's a good thing I'm not alone.
Together,
Two gather,
Two get her,
and she's whole again.
Happy Friday!
Nancy
Together.
To get her.
Twogether
Two-or-more gether.
Any way you slice it, it's something I'm not this morning. My brain is a clump of fuzzy drier lint: unproductive, just there.
At the same time, I feel scattered, like tufts of a dandelion in a blustering wind, bouncing on the grass, burst apart by a gust.
It's a good thing I'm not alone.
Together,
Two gather,
Two get her,
and she's whole again.
Happy Friday!
Nancy
nicely put! :-) it's good to be whole again, yes? and to know we're not alone.
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steph
"At the same time, I feel scattered, like tufts of a dandelion in a blustering wind, bouncing on the grass, burst apart by a gust." That's a really pretty line despite not being fully together yet! :)
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