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Teeny-tiny bits of unused tissue littered Cal’s space. She watched falling flakes through the window as she shredded. “I just don’t understand why… Why are ruining our last infusion day? Calling attention to ourselves… when we could calmly sit in front of the fireplace… draw nice quiet sketches for our friends… blend into our surroundings.”
Urania fretted over all the call-to-collaborate invitation details that could have been better executed. “We should have made a note — that when answering the questions — we’d love full sentence replies — AND we might have mentioned that responders should feel free to write on the front and BACK sides of the itty-bitty little cards we made.”
Today Thalia pulled out the gruff voice reserved for an unresponsive Henny. “STOP! Today is about celebration, collaboration, and con-eeeeeeehk-shun! When the self-addressed envelopes start appearing in our mailbox, you’ll both be glad we took the tiny leap.”
Where there is love and inspiration, I don’t think you can go wrong.
~ Ella Fitzgerald