Once upon a time there was nothing to say.
Whatever there was to say had been said earlier. Words had been crafted and tweaked and sent out all over the place.
It had been a busy day.
So nothing put its feet up, and had a cup of tea.
Nothing had 3 cookies. Nope. No words came. So, nothing figured it would call something next Sunday, and see if something could get in touch with anything and they could speak together and cough up some language and that language would become a story.
Wishing you all a great week, and some silence to chew on, when you need it.
Categories: Art and Literature