Thank you, everyone. We writers slave to find metaphors to animate ordinary things (often failing abysmally); but when we nod off to dream our flesh becoming one with the sheets, they flow with the carefree ease of a cloud, complete with billows and shading, sometimes shredded tops.
I agree, Juniper. Those expressive orb links to the brain tell us so much.
As you know so well, Bluey of the Magnificent Poems, inspiration belongs to the Muse--we are merely very willing slaves to her way. I'm just thankful she lets me in on the act--wherever she wants it played out. Thank you for that.
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I agree, Juniper. Those expressive orb links to the brain tell us so much.
It is, it is, Anne. I agree.