It was a big deal, the day she realised she didn’t know anything.
Well, technically, the night.
Up there was nothing less than the blackest curtain she had ever seen…and wasn’t it
obvious now, that those were holes bullet
mind bullet holes?
But coming from which side? The light they revealed was astonishing.
She lay down in the grass. It seemed the only sensible thing to do.
She would have had a cup of tea if she could’ve.
She pulled out her notepad and pencil.
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say no to clowns 
I’m all ears…and I’d love some tea, too.
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Thanks B! I just made some. Cheers!
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Oh Vanessa, I’ve my notebook out…. and it’s wet..!!….. and my lead pencil lines are falling off my sheet
…….. I’m writing of puddles below my feet…………..xx
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2020/01/23/here-comes-the-rain/
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Yay!! We have had beautiful rain too!! Prayers answered here. I have always loved the smell, but right now, it’s even more divine! So grateful.
Will pop over to read! xo
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Infused with a degree of hope and joy I would say, Vanessa, even with the earlier graphic novel-style confrontation. The tea helps, and grocery lists might be the essence of keeping our feet on the ground. I like the contrasts and layers of meaning, the bullet holes in the dark canvas, thought provoking, and there is something about the stars shining through; for me, sometimes frightening.
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I love this comment Steve. And I am intrigued by your first line…it’s always interesting to re read something with another’s perspective.
In the original incarnation of this series, the list was written by the she in the story, for the he. He liked lists, and compartmentalising, and she wasn’t like that. But she made the attempt for him… it was also a sub conscious thing, as she couldn’t remember who he was. And vice versa. Which is still the case.
And thank you for your thoughts on the stars…it really struck me one night, as we have amazing night skies where we are, and yes, it did almost seem ominous this night…so naturally i had to write about it somehow lol.
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Thanks, and my pleasure, Vanessa. I find that sometimes I can wake up and forget who I am myself. In that case a list would definitely be handy.
It’s very human … with the stars. We’ve been projecting our feelings, fantasies, beliefs, onto them since humanity began.
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hahaha Steve, you made me think of the movie, ‘Memento’ that I saw years ago, about the guy with no short term memory, he was constantly writing notes to remind himself of everything happening in his life. Did you ever see that? I remember loving it, but have forgotten most of it, appropriately 🙂
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Yes, interesting because of the way the movie showed time, and I remember nothing about it either. But I know who I am at present. Unless I’m mistaken. 😸
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I so love that… I feel it could be used as the answer to so many questions, “But I know who I am at present. Unless I’m mistaken”. lol.
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