Yonder snores Snow White.
The mother of my child and bane of my...it was a dark and stormy, no wait.
How we conflate this with that and make something else completely is a joy and a scare on the magnitude of "Am I contracting Alzheimer's?"
The clouds like thoughts go scudding by.
"The check is in the mail."
"No, it's a bear."
"Thank you."
I am pulled and drawn back to reality; not bad at all.
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