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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti

Saturday-Homesick



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« on: May 14, 2019, 09:27:42 PM »

Binding spirals in a silvery thread, a woven thread that binds pages together, feint blue lines stride across the page waiting for a date with pen and ink, the pen will waltz over the page trying to impress someone's consciousness. Clever words, clever phrases, new ideas, scattered thoughts collected on the page, the smell of the pages is fresh and new, just birthed, crying out for meaning, the ink from the pen bubbling out from the ball head, a small mountain stream that could become a torrent in the river of life, could turn someone's thoughts into things. Sitting at a table looking out a bay window onto a spray of greenery, Conker trees ready to drop there sputnik offspring, laying on the ground. Eager children who feel the spongy sting of the casing, diving down to the hard nut within, taking a blunt pen-knife and making an incision all the way through, rough-hewn string threaded though, then it's on; a game of 'conkers'. You let your nut hangs in free space, your opponent with face full of hopeful ambition swings theirs down in the hope of smashing yours. More often they smash into your wrist, and it swells in an inferno of pain.
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« Reply #1 on: May 15, 2019, 12:30:10 AM »

"...the ink from the pen bubbling out from the ball head, a small mountain stream that could become a torrent in the river of life, could turn someone's thoughts into things." - Great simile Paul. Very evocative!
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