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a thought on process |
| disorder surrounds a miasma of confusion of noise and lights and a plethora of ideas, pulling, pleading to be noticed, to be heard, and then a single voice breaks through. at once, eyes close against the myriad imaginings that yet remain to be experienced, and fingers flow over the keys, turning dreaming into story. line count: 16 Prompt for: Jan 12, 2016 ▶︎ |