The morning mist hangs low, swaddles my mind in cotton wool and makes my nose and eyes drip. At times like this my head works about as well as a brick. 408 more words
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I thought these two studies of not eating the daisies do have some discourse with one another? For more Dialogue interpretations, go to the Weekly Photo Challenge here.
Is there such a thing as love at first hearing?
Is it possible that, like the “eyes across a crowded room” scenario, just the sound of someone’s voice can ignite that spark of affection, that chain reaction which leads the incomplete heart to recognise its other half? 717 more words