Archives for 2017

On the flickering of thoughts in a jar.

Thoughts are attracted to light.

The butterfly of the great idea is colorful.

Dressed like that, are you inspired?

Tell us your story.

We only want to listen.

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They looked strange.

They were updated.

They felt so much better.

We were not so sure.

Would they sit and join in the conversation or did they have a new idea, we wondered.

Version 2.

Let’s jump ahead and start with Version 8.

Then, everybody will think we’re “ahead of the game”.

What game, we wondered….

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A murmur, feint, and rising nicely.

The idea had just sprouted. It needed tender care and considerate encouragement.

Look at that! So many were smiling brightly.

Hitting a ball, shouting encouragement, and showing off sublime technique.

We all became champions.

Everyone wins.

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We are wasting no time in getting down to dreaming.

We are going directly to those strange conundrums, mysterious connections, the swirling beauty and the thinly veiled identities of night’s fantasy land.

In between times, we have breakfast with old friends in ancient castle-dominated villages, so early in the morning that the mists look permanent as if they will never clear.

We are done with the facts and figures, the forms and the schemers.

We are open to anything.

Then, we will consider and be wise.

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Beach and brass.

Polished, sandy and stormy.

A chair stretched to share between two people.

They waited.

At last, from behind a counter, a voice told them to enter the next room.

Inside was a vision of beautiful design, comfort, and thoughtfulness.

They had paid for a service but they received a dream.

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