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Urania took off her glasses and peered into a pink petunia’s buttery throat. She observed sunlit, silk threads drawing sight lines from bloom to leaf, petal to pot.
Geometry, or other poems of math, could measure and define leaps extending to the deck rails and beyond, but… that was too much to think about on this glorious summer morning. The Muse of Determination left ciphering for those who had the energy for the practice. Words were her instruments of choice.
Thalia took a tentative sip from her mug that wore cherry blossoms on its exterior. “So much to love about mornings like this,” she sighed.
Calliope appeared from around a corner of the house, her skirt damp from a leaky hose connection. “Radishes up! A baker’s dozen of birds are cacaphonizing… errr, harmonizing? something fierce. It’s not too hot — not too cold. Ahhhh… Golidilocks my friend, everything is just right with the world.”
Words from Typist:
Two little stitches shared.
Both elicited a stirring in my sentient (feeling) heart.
A very short video of Grandpa’s Birthday.
The reward for work well done is the opportunity to do more.
Thank you for inviting me into your life.
It is an honor and a privilege.