A Life Imagined

Did you ever wish you could stop the huge wheel, jam a rusty pipe in the spokes, and nestle into a corner of your craft with a good book?

Did you ever wish you could force the enormous switch, stop the machine, light a candle, and hoist yourself up onto one of its sweating ducts with a notebook and a pen?

Did you ever wish you could turn the world off, leaving the spotlight of the sun to only light a corner of a birch forest, peppered with daisies and a wise, aged oak tree spreading its leaves? A welcome refuge. A quiet moment that only you will remember.

Secrets are best shared, except for this one.


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4 thoughts on “A Life Imagined

    • Though there’s depicted enough of me (Except the eyes and an ear) I still shy from internet eyes Be they prying or sincere…

      Heh heh. Although I’m not scared of showing my feet.

      Probably backwards of what some people may do. ๐Ÿ™‚

  1. Every day there are times when I want to step out of regular life and just write (or read.) Can’t do it, though…the kids always find me ๐Ÿ™‚

    Did my husband take the picture for this post? I was just wondering, because your head is missing, and that’s his signature style!

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