chocolate is a verb

colors, flavors, whims and other growing things

trying to write…

bucketAs the water warms to bathing temperature, the cold runs into a bucket in the shower. Later it finds its way into the garden.

As I sit down to write each morning, the first dribble of words sputters onto the screen, not yet warm but clear, untainted by the day’s distractions: sometimes just a few words, other times a thick, icy stream plunging toward the garden…

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