It’s quite the puzzle to fit a thought in a box.
I overheard this on the train this week. “Thank you Andrew. I’m not quite sure what you are hearing but the real answer is, there is not a definitive answer…
The to do’s ran through her head.
She long ago mastered the artistry of puppetry with this clown. Her spouse, the louse.
They are the contrarians, rooted in my obsession to avoid seeing the world/ glass as half empty, hence preventing a deep, dark, desolate depression.
When I went to find the link to share here, it turned out that darkroom was not a prompt, so I’ll have to try this again sometime when my brain is better equipped to follow directions.