Redux
With deliberate intention, the goal was to devour thousands of words. He reveled in the delicious anticipation of cerebral and sentimental fulfillment. Focused and ready for some relevant adscititious information to challenge his brain’s hunger for knowledge and fantasy. The emotions of the poets forcefully laid down impressions on his mind. Hours passed immersed in the stories and written essences of others. It colored him happy. And tired. The eyes slowly closed. All the words turned to dreams of mystical sunsets with a bareback unicorn ride on the beach, hair whipping in the wild wind.
He then woke up smiling.
I Write Her 
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I love the last line! I too would wale up smiling!!
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❤ Thanks, Val! How can one not? I'm often smiling and laughing my butt off seeing what I wake up to. lol
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Masterful use of language.
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❤ Thank you, Sadje! 🙂
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You’re welcome
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Adored your finale Susi ..
“All the words turned to dreams of mystical sunsets with a bareback unicorn ride on the beach, hair whipping in the wild wind.
He then woke up smiling.”
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I’m only repeating what my weird brain has concocted, Ivor! 😉 Thanks so much!
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Weird brains are fascinating 🤨
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They are! 🙂
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We’re a pair of weirdo’s 🤨
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LOL It seems so, Ivor! 🙂
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