Is it true that we become what we eat?
Juice squirted from Thalia’s clementine and landed on a square of buttered toast that Calliope was savoring. The pair stared with admiration at Urania who was removing every last fiber of meat from a bone.
Wit, Harmony, Determination
Tal Cal Nia
A word from Typist:
No graphic… yet, except the short paragraph above. 🤷🏻♀️ We’ll keep working on it.
Some notable items passed through my awareness this morning.
First… Snail on Blackberry. Delicious!
Second… A friend shared Darling by Beautiful Chorus. Three minutes well spent.
Third… Two words showed up and I challenge you to use them together in a sentence. The words are: dithering and cacophony
I’ll go first…
Stop dithering; pick up some crayons, cooking ingredients, and/or sound makers to create a riotous cacophony. (Thalia)
I know I am dithering, but the cacophony Thalia’s creating is so loud I cannot think. (Calliope)
Dither not; cacophony is but an excuse. (Urania)