Lookin to catch some new words. Shade and rustling leaves sigh. The attribute my radar seeks. But time plays tricks as we both know. For every time my true love speaks.

Nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands. OR SCREAM IN ALL CAPS. Or if you need a prompt you can check out one of the past prompts, like the Shadorma. The bar is open just for you.

Plaza de san lorenzo has a heartbeat that i trace with carbon ink,. Doves dance a weird bread crumb rap,. A group of old men drinks black coffee, faces held. As silent offerings into the sun. My bones are stiff from winter. A big snow storm brought me here,. A lady with a wand who drags me, talking spanish like big waterfalls, from one window to the next,. A bridge that no one dares to cross.

Inspired by change, challenge and creativity. I wonder what the bird sees when he sees the sun rise. As he calls across the meadow and the forest far and wide. Does he see what I see with my wizened hazel eyes? Yes, I wonder what the bird sees when he sees the sun rise.

Soundtracks on a Road Trip. I was the screaming current of Baffle Creek heading toward the sea. Feeling the rain, feeling the headwind and the dizzy illusions of adventure.

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Though obstacles stand in between.