“We’re kind…” Thalia doused the last flower pot on the deck and grinned, “… granting our readers a break from our daily thought bubbles. I’m certain they’re grateful for the vacation!”
One could almost see Urania’s colorful brain cells twisting and turning like the sides of a Rubik’s cube. Thalia offered a perspective she’d never considered. Is it possible our readers are grateful for our silence? Is it true that absence makes a heart grow fonder?
Calliope looked out through the kitchen window and noted a bounty of apples on a wild, un-managed tree. “The deer will feast when the fruit falls,” she said. “Where Typist sees slipping lawn mower tires, whitetails see breakfast and dinner. Where you stand, and what you see, makes all the difference in a life.”
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