Grasp a first line that leads to the vanishing point.
Where sun at the horizon
mystifies and dips behind
the sea.
How to paddle out to discover
the shape of story.
It's hidden and teases,
waiting for notions to collide.
A mythology of merriment, bubbled by the waves.
It exists beneath
foam left for discovery.
Anenomes bloom pink
with purpled tentacles
soothed by flow
then fingers or prey
get sucked right in.
Gather flavors, colors of earth, scents and sounds of stones. Discover an adventure. Move in to nudge the shape of story.
Creative ideas will come to you in the quiet moment in between your thoughts.
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