On the days when I can't get any words down...I think...I dream...I imagine. I float off to some cosmic jungle and fuzzy visions of swimming with a lovely off some rocky coast.
I need these visions...these escapes...these reasons for living.
Imagination is the Lincoln Logs of the spirit. Shed off the dark trappings and drift in the loving light--a power so fantastic we cannot forget. This is us. As it should be.
On the days when I can't get words down...
I need these visions...these escapes...these reasons for living.
Imagination is the Lincoln Logs of the spirit. Shed off the dark trappings and drift in the loving light--a power so fantastic we cannot forget. This is us. As it should be.
On the days when I can't get words down...
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