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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: cotton candy 3 on: May 12, 2018, 11:51:48 AM
The buttery almost nutty smell of popcorn permiate my nose. it engulfs me like a ray of sunshine. I always loved the cotton candy feeling like I'm eating clouds and than it precipitated in my mouth. I can feel the disinegration of the sugar in my mouth. Melting like when you set fire to something. these were my favorite parts of carnivals. What I look forward to most. Roller coaster rides that send me into a frenzy. chills start racing up my spine and my heart runs away from me as I reach the top of the ride. A thousand frantic ballerinas dancing in my stomanch. and then I drop. My Body becomes so heavy its like i'm waiting for the air to catch me and it fails. I lose my head and all my organs with it. At this moment i become unaware that i have a body at all. The drop turns into a release. finally free of any chains the body has to offer. just me and my soul free to act however we want. The air pierces my skin causing my eyes to tear and stream down my face. all the people look like ants and the world seems so small from high up. the trees seems so much smaller.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Tulips on: May 11, 2018, 03:37:44 AM
The velvet petals caress my fingers as I reach to feel their energy. Beautiful colors, each a different shade making each tulip unique. I bend down to smell one. It smells like the purest scent god could have created. As I sit down next to the bed, I sense a feeling of comfort and calm. something only nature can provide. My heart no longer heavy, but as light as a feather blowing in the breeze. The Tulips whishper sweet nothings into my ears as I wait for them to reveal the wisdom of the sweet earth. How do you grow? How do you live? questions keep my mind wreeling with wonder. I am astounded by the magic of the earth you grow from. So pure, so wise. As I become wrestless wanting to know more and more of these hidden wonders I am brought back to a reassuring feeling that somethings are better left a secret. The Tulips can sing to me, they live and breath like me. It saddens me to realize that the human race participates in a genocide towards our earth and the plants that birth from it.
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