I was drawing a through line. Whatever works. Pleasant as it may seem. Together by the way side. Sauntering through the meadow. As it caresses my face, I learn to jump.
Under a dazzling moonlit sky, a giggling whirl twirled gracefully, adorned in vibrant striped pajamas. Startled by the twinkling stars, a playful illusion joyously juggled rainbow-colored jellybeans. Meanwhile, a wise old memory recited Shakespearean sonnets, delighting the enchanted growths. Could this joyful memory gathering echo forever?
