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The Cosmic Gypsy, Flying Free - a short story

 
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She was standing in the field of daisies, picking them one at a time, smelling each one and sneezing as she gathered them first in one hand, then in her arm and finally in the skirt part of her dress.

It seemed as if she was on a mission to pick the whole field of them.

She said loudly, as if proclaiming it to the world, "I'm going to fly!"

I didn't know if she meant right then and there so I waited, staring at her with her light brown hair blowing slightly in the wind. The sun shining on her like an angel; she really looked as if she might take off into the air at any moment.

I thought perhaps the wind would blow her on her merry way, she being a small child of about age 4 or 5.
But she didn't fly or blow away. Not that day anyway.

We spent all day in that field so she could pick her daisies. I think she wanted to pick them all.

As the sun started to go down and the air became cool, we walked home. I offered to help carry her daisies but she was adamant that she wanted to carry them all on her own.

When I asked her what she was going to do with them all, she retorted that she was going to use them to help her travel the Universe.

I queried, "You mean travel the cosmos like a Gypsy, paying your way with flowers?"
She looked at me with a knowing smile on her face as if this was something she had already done.
And so her nickname was born. Cosmic Gypsy.



We got home in time for supper. Living next door to each other was so handy. There was no walking or bike riding to each other's house when we wanted to play or hang out together.
I could just go outside and start making noise like hitting the fence with a stick and before you knew it, there was The Cosmic Gypsy.
It was almost as if she COULD fly, and flew right out of the house to me.

At night we could see each other through our bedroom windows.
That night after picking the daisies she surprised me by sitting on her window ledge.
Our windows were both open and I heard her whisper, "I'm going to fly".


She had daisies on her lap and sat there for what seemed an eternity. I truly hoped she would fly.
I was getting tired watching her but afraid to look away, fearing she might fall out the window.
We were upstairs and it was a grassy area below her window so hopefully she wouldn't get hurt if she did fall out.

I prayed with all my might that she would fly. I took a quick look at the clock. It was half past midnight.
How long had she been sitting there?
Would she fall asleep and fall out the window or off the ledge? How long could we both stay awake?

I fell asleep.



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You are very talented.
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You have a beautiful, professional writing style without the annoying, superfluous nature of many writers.

I would definitely pursue this path, if you haven't already.

You have genuine talent. hf
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bump for reading later
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blinkblinkblink....I'm trying not to cry, sister.


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Oh lol, I forgot my manners for a moment there, heh.


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You have a beautiful, professional writing style without the annoying, superfluous nature of many writers.

I would definitely pursue this path, if you haven't already.

You have genuine talent. hf
 Quoting: Avenger1



chuckle....I think she's trying to teach me how to write a SHORT story....lol, in my (longish) short story that I posted, she commented--


Wow.. I have a tear.
 Quoting: Room222


I think I'm gonna need a year to read it.
 Quoting: Half Past Midnight



Bwahahahahaha! I just love her....ohyeah
You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete. -Buckminster Fuller


...I adapt to the unknown,
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by myself, but not alone...

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You have a beautiful, professional writing style without the annoying, superfluous nature of many writers.

I would definitely pursue this path, if you haven't already.

You have genuine talent. hf
 Quoting: Avenger1



chuckle....I think she's trying to teach me how to write a SHORT story....lol, in my (longish) short story that I posted, she commented--


Wow.. I have a tear.
 Quoting: Room222


I think I'm gonna need a year to read it.
 Quoting: Half Past Midnight



Bwahahahahaha! I just love her....ohyeah
 Quoting: cosmicgypsy


CG, you have a beautiful writing style, too.

AND your off-the-cuff comments and zingers are clearly the most creative on here.

So there.

hehe


https://imgur.com/a/6XEHyNY


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You have a beautiful, professional writing style without the annoying, superfluous nature of many writers.

I would definitely pursue this path, if you haven't already.

You have genuine talent. hf
 Quoting: Avenger1



chuckle....I think she's trying to teach me how to write a SHORT story....lol, in my (longish) short story that I posted, she commented--


Wow.. I have a tear.
 Quoting: Room222


I think I'm gonna need a year to read it.
 Quoting: Half Past Midnight



Bwahahahahaha! I just love her....ohyeah
 Quoting: cosmicgypsy


CG, you have a beautiful writing style, too.

AND your off-the-cuff comments and zingers are clearly the most creative on here.

So there.

hehe


https://imgur.com/a/6XEHyNY


[link to imgur.com (secure)]
 Quoting: Avenger1



I wasn't fishin' for a compliment, lol, but thanks.

Writing became a passion of mine after I retired. I entered some contests, and didn't even place....BIG FAIL!

I've been kinda roaming lonely since then about writing, and thinking about what supposed talent I might think I have.

Meh, I let go of it. It is what it is, ya know? ....shrug
You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete. -Buckminster Fuller


...I adapt to the unknown,
under wandering stars I've grown,
by myself, but not alone...

[link to www.youtube.com (secure)]
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You have a beautiful, professional writing style without the annoying, superfluous nature of many writers.

I would definitely pursue this path, if you haven't already.

You have genuine talent. hf
 Quoting: Avenger1



chuckle....I think she's trying to teach me how to write a SHORT story....lol, in my (longish) short story that I posted, she commented--


...


I think I'm gonna need a year to read it.
 Quoting: Half Past Midnight



Bwahahahahaha! I just love her....ohyeah
 Quoting: cosmicgypsy


CG, you have a beautiful writing style, too.

AND your off-the-cuff comments and zingers are clearly the most creative on here.

So there.

hehe


https://imgur.com/a/6XEHyNY


[link to imgur.com (secure)]
 Quoting: Avenger1



I wasn't fishin' for a compliment, lol, but thanks.

Writing became a passion of mine after I retired. I entered some contests, and didn't even place....BIG FAIL!

I've been kinda roaming lonely since then about writing, and thinking about what supposed talent I might think I have.

Meh, I let go of it. It is what it is, ya know? ....shrug
 Quoting: cosmicgypsy


A friend of mine I worked closely with for 17 years - who I didn't even know could write or was writing - entered an amateur writing contest with one of the major publishing houses, and won first place.

She did it on a lark, and she was in her early 60's.
"Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes"

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She was standing in the field of daisies, picking them one at a time, smelling each one and sneezing as she gathered them first in one hand, then in her arm and finally in the skirt part of her dress.

It seemed as if she was on a mission to pick the whole field of them.

She said loudly, as if proclaiming it to the world, "I'm going to fly!"

I didn't know if she meant right then and there so I waited, staring at her with her light brown hair blowing slightly in the wind. The sun shining on her like an angel; she really looked as if she might take off into the air at any moment.

I thought perhaps the wind would blow her on her merry way, she being a small child of about age 4 or 5.
But she didn't fly or blow away. Not that day anyway.

We spent all day in that field so she could pick her daisies. I think she wanted to pick them all.

As the sun started to go down and the air became cool, we walked home. I offered to help carry her daisies but she was adamant that she wanted to carry them all on her own.

When I asked her what she was going to do with them all, she retorted that she was going to use them to help her travel the Universe.

I queried, "You mean travel the cosmos like a Gypsy, paying your way with flowers?"
She looked at me with a knowing smile on her face as if this was something she had already done.
And so her nickname was born. Cosmic Gypsy.



We got home in time for supper. Living next door to each other was so handy. There was no walking or bike riding to each other's house when we wanted to play or hang out together.
I could just go outside and start making noise like hitting the fence with a stick and before you knew it, there was The Cosmic Gypsy.
It was almost as if she COULD fly, and flew right out of the house to me.

At night we could see each other through our bedroom windows.
That night after picking the daisies she surprised me by sitting on her window ledge.
Our windows were both open and I heard her whisper, "I'm going to fly".


She had daisies on her lap and sat there for what seemed an eternity. I truly hoped she would fly.
I was getting tired watching her but afraid to look away, fearing she might fall out the window.
We were upstairs and it was a grassy area below her window so hopefully she wouldn't get hurt if she did fall out.

I prayed with all my might that she would fly. I took a quick look at the clock. It was half past midnight.
How long had she been sitting there?
Would she fall asleep and fall out the window or off the ledge? How long could we both stay awake?

I fell asleep.



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Are you going to produce another chapter? I'd like to know what becomes of lil Cosmic Gypsy, does she fly?
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chuckle....I think she's trying to teach me how to write a SHORT story....lol, in my (longish) short story that I posted, she commented--


...



Bwahahahahaha! I just love her....ohyeah
 Quoting: cosmicgypsy


CG, you have a beautiful writing style, too.

AND your off-the-cuff comments and zingers are clearly the most creative on here.

So there.

hehe


https://imgur.com/a/6XEHyNY


[link to imgur.com (secure)]
 Quoting: Avenger1



I wasn't fishin' for a compliment, lol, but thanks.

Writing became a passion of mine after I retired. I entered some contests, and didn't even place....BIG FAIL!

I've been kinda roaming lonely since then about writing, and thinking about what supposed talent I might think I have.

Meh, I let go of it. It is what it is, ya know? ....shrug
 Quoting: cosmicgypsy


A friend of mine I worked closely with for 17 years - who I didn't even know could write or was writing - entered an amateur writing contest with one of the major publishing houses, and won first place.

She did it on a lark, and she was in her early 60's.
 Quoting: Avenger1



Well, that made me feel so much better....tounge


laugh.....love ya, sister....hfhugs
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...I adapt to the unknown,
under wandering stars I've grown,
by myself, but not alone...

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CG, you have a beautiful writing style, too.

AND your off-the-cuff comments and zingers are clearly the most creative on here.

So there.

hehe


https://imgur.com/a/6XEHyNY


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 Quoting: Avenger1



I wasn't fishin' for a compliment, lol, but thanks.

Writing became a passion of mine after I retired. I entered some contests, and didn't even place....BIG FAIL!

I've been kinda roaming lonely since then about writing, and thinking about what supposed talent I might think I have.

Meh, I let go of it. It is what it is, ya know? ....shrug
 Quoting: cosmicgypsy


A friend of mine I worked closely with for 17 years - who I didn't even know could write or was writing - entered an amateur writing contest with one of the major publishing houses, and won first place.

She did it on a lark, and she was in her early 60's.
 Quoting: Avenger1



Well, that made me feel so much better....tounge


laugh.....love ya, sister....hfhugs
 Quoting: cosmicgypsy


Yeah, I thought about that after I posted it. What a dumbass. I'm going to timeout.

What I meant was "you never know." Like one of the great authors of our time was turned down over 17 times before he became famous. You know, like don't give up. Like...oh nm...I'll quit digging....

Obviously my writing style sucks. Geez.

dcomp 1doh1
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What a great story! :clap:
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I wasn't fishin' for a compliment, lol, but thanks.

Writing became a passion of mine after I retired. I entered some contests, and didn't even place....BIG FAIL!

I've been kinda roaming lonely since then about writing, and thinking about what supposed talent I might think I have.

Meh, I let go of it. It is what it is, ya know? ....shrug
 Quoting: cosmicgypsy


A friend of mine I worked closely with for 17 years - who I didn't even know could write or was writing - entered an amateur writing contest with one of the major publishing houses, and won first place.

She did it on a lark, and she was in her early 60's.
 Quoting: Avenger1



Well, that made me feel so much better....tounge


laugh.....love ya, sister....hfhugs
 Quoting: cosmicgypsy


Yeah, I thought about that after I posted it. What a dumbass. I'm going to timeout.

What I meant was "you never know." Like one of the great authors of our time was turned down over 17 times before he became famous. You know, like don't give up. Like...oh nm...I'll quit digging....

Obviously my writing style sucks. Geez.

dcomp 1doh1
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chuckle....you're alright, sister. No worries. Really, I was laughing, because I knew you weren't sticking my failure in my face, okay?

I really do love you bunches, kitten....blwkss
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...I adapt to the unknown,
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by myself, but not alone...

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A friend of mine I worked closely with for 17 years - who I didn't even know could write or was writing - entered an amateur writing contest with one of the major publishing houses, and won first place.

She did it on a lark, and she was in her early 60's.
 Quoting: Avenger1



Well, that made me feel so much better....tounge


laugh.....love ya, sister....hfhugs
 Quoting: cosmicgypsy


Yeah, I thought about that after I posted it. What a dumbass. I'm going to timeout.

What I meant was "you never know." Like one of the great authors of our time was turned down over 17 times before he became famous. You know, like don't give up. Like...oh nm...I'll quit digging....

Obviously my writing style sucks. Geez.

dcomp 1doh1
 Quoting: Avenger1



chuckle....you're alright, sister. No worries. Really, I was laughing, because I knew you weren't sticking my failure in my face, okay?

I really do love you bunches, kitten....blwkss
 Quoting: cosmicgypsy


Okay, cool, we good. Dare I say it?

Keep writing!

I'm off to sensitivity training....Love ya.

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Well, that made me feel so much better....tounge


laugh.....love ya, sister....hfhugs
 Quoting: cosmicgypsy


Yeah, I thought about that after I posted it. What a dumbass. I'm going to timeout.

What I meant was "you never know." Like one of the great authors of our time was turned down over 17 times before he became famous. You know, like don't give up. Like...oh nm...I'll quit digging....

Obviously my writing style sucks. Geez.

dcomp 1doh1
 Quoting: Avenger1



chuckle....you're alright, sister. No worries. Really, I was laughing, because I knew you weren't sticking my failure in my face, okay?

I really do love you bunches, kitten....blwkss
 Quoting: cosmicgypsy


Okay, cool, we good. Dare I say it?

Keep writing!

I'm off to sensitivity training....Love ya.

luv
 Quoting: Avenger1



chuckle....love you too, sister.
You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete. -Buckminster Fuller


...I adapt to the unknown,
under wandering stars I've grown,
by myself, but not alone...

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Thanks for all the kind words.


CG, no, I am not picking on you.
I do NOT want you to change ANYTHING.


I have written a couple articles for magazines (1 on organic gardening and another on how to eat organically for less money than eating unorganic foods) years ago.
I was surprised when they published them.



My favorite undertaking was a small book I made. I actually made the book out of paper and paperboard, cut to fit a ceramic frog that sat in a rocker.
After cutting it and gluing it together I wrote a story about a frog and a toad who were best friends and wrote it in the book.
It was a gift that was appreciated by the owner of the frog and her grandchild that loved the frog. I incorporated the child's name into the book and the grandmother told me she had to read the book to the kid every time he came over which was a few times a week.



As for finishing The Cosmic Gypsy, well it says Flying Free so I feel there needs to be more but I have to think about it more.

If anyone else would like to finish the story, I welcome you to do it.
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Thanks for all the kind words.


CG, no, I am not picking on you.
I do NOT want you to change ANYTHING.


I have written a couple articles for magazines (1 on organic gardening and another on how to eat organically for less money than eating unorganic foods) years ago.
I was surprised when they published them.



My favorite undertaking was a small book I made. I actually made the book out of paper and paperboard, cut to fit a ceramic frog that sat in a rocker.
After cutting it and gluing it together I wrote a story about a frog and a toad who were best friends and wrote it in the book.
It was a gift that was appreciated by the owner of the frog and her grandchild that loved the frog. I incorporated the child's name into the book and the grandmother told me she had to read the book to the kid every time he came over which was a few times a week.



As for finishing The Cosmic Gypsy, well it says Flying Free so I feel there needs to be more but I have to think about it more.

If anyone else would like to finish the story, I welcome you to do it.
 Quoting: Half Past Midnight



Your remark was just so funny, lovey. You really are like a sister to me, and all that entails, including little pokes....hf

I gotta tell you, your story reminded me of a walk I took with my five year old goddaughter one day. Your Cosmic Gypsy's spirit was so not unlike hers while on that walk. She just had so much to say about the flowers, and how they talk to her, and she talked back to them - her mom is very intuitive, so I didn't doubt that she was indeed talking to the flowers - it was nice going back to that day, eh?....so thank you!

And I'm just really honored by the name of the story, and it's own little "environment" of words....heh, here come the tears again. Thank you, sweet sister.

As always, my heart to yours....hugs
You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete. -Buckminster Fuller


...I adapt to the unknown,
under wandering stars I've grown,
by myself, but not alone...

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Thanks for all the kind words.


CG, no, I am not picking on you.
I do NOT want you to change ANYTHING.


I have written a couple articles for magazines (1 on organic gardening and another on how to eat organically for less money than eating unorganic foods) years ago.
I was surprised when they published them.



My favorite undertaking was a small book I made. I actually made the book out of paper and paperboard, cut to fit a ceramic frog that sat in a rocker.
After cutting it and gluing it together I wrote a story about a frog and a toad who were best friends and wrote it in the book.
It was a gift that was appreciated by the owner of the frog and her grandchild that loved the frog. I incorporated the child's name into the book and the grandmother told me she had to read the book to the kid every time he came over which was a few times a week.



As for finishing The Cosmic Gypsy, well it says Flying Free so I feel there needs to be more but I have to think about it more.

If anyone else would like to finish the story, I welcome you to do it.
 Quoting: Half Past Midnight



Your remark was just so funny, lovey. You really are like a sister to me, and all that entails, including little pokes....hf

I gotta tell you, your story reminded me of a walk I took with my five year old goddaughter one day. Your Cosmic Gypsy's spirit was so not unlike hers while on that walk. She just had so much to say about the flowers, and how they talk to her, and she talked back to them - her mom is very intuitive, so I didn't doubt that she was indeed talking to the flowers - it was nice going back to that day, eh?....so thank you!

And I'm just really honored by the name of the story, and it's own little "environment" of words....heh, here come the tears again. Thank you, sweet sister.

As always, my heart to yours....hugs
 Quoting: cosmicgypsy


How heartwarming.
It's almost as if you are writing the story in my head.
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You're alive?
Last night someone on here says you had died.
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I believe they said My Foolish Daydream died too. Wonder if she actually did.
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I remember those posts. They said JackReno died too. And nobody responded to that post.
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JackReno is another worthless person on addition to the Half Oast Midnight that would be doing the world a favor if they died.
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Thanks for all the kind words.


CG, no, I am not picking on you.
I do NOT want you to change ANYTHING.


I have written a couple articles for magazines (1 on organic gardening and another on how to eat organically for less money than eating unorganic foods) years ago.
I was surprised when they published them.



My favorite undertaking was a small book I made. I actually made the book out of paper and paperboard, cut to fit a ceramic frog that sat in a rocker.
After cutting it and gluing it together I wrote a story about a frog and a toad who were best friends and wrote it in the book.
It was a gift that was appreciated by the owner of the frog and her grandchild that loved the frog. I incorporated the child's name into the book and the grandmother told me she had to read the book to the kid every time he came over which was a few times a week.



As for finishing The Cosmic Gypsy, well it says Flying Free so I feel there needs to be more but I have to think about it more.

If anyone else would like to finish the story, I welcome you to do it.
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I got so emotional yesterday when posting, I forgot something else related I was going to post....charlie

While I was in college I had to write a gazillion research papers. Needless to say it got boring, and I would get creative with it. In a sociology class we were given an assignment to write a paper, although I can't remember what it was supposed to be about, but I went in whole 'nother direction. I sometimes did that, because I don't like being stuffed in boxes of expectation....I do what I want, when I want. I did that numerous times, and never got called out for it, and I always got top scores on my papers....well, save for one towards the end of my university time and I was just so worn out - seven years I went to college, lawdy - and my prof dressed me down so bad, 'I KNOW YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THIS! DID YOU REALLY THINK I WASN'T GOING TO NOTICE ALL THE QUOTED MATERIAL YOU INCLUDED?' right out loud in class as he was handing it back to me, with a big fat C on it....YIKES! My face was so red, it was burning!

Heh, that paper had so many red marks on it....chuckle

Anyway, one day a young neighbor girl and I were sitting outside watercolor painting seashells and talking....little girls really like to talk, a lot! They can go on and on and on....too cute.

But our conversation spawned all kinds of thoughts in me about children's education, so that's what I did my paper on. I titled it "Watercolor Painting Sea Shells Aquamarine Blue," and my paper was written about a more user friendly way of teaching children, with holographic lessons wherein a historic battle could be fully holographically displayed, to how to bake a cookie being holographically displayed, etc....an enthralling type of education that would be more apt to hold a youngun's interest, ya know?

Heh, but I put my paper together not too much unlike how you did yours. I used construction paper for the front and back covers, and tied it all up at the binding with yarn, and attached some of the sea shells my little friend and I water colored to the ends of the string. It may sound like it was cheap looking, but it came out rather nice....hf

My prof LOVED IT! Showed the paper to my peers, and read it to the class. Heh, she later told me she gets sooo bored with reading so many dry and rotten papers all the time, and mine was a refreshing break. Can you imagine the outright mountain of papers a teacher reads in a 30 year education career?....damned

Heh, creativity is a wonderful thing, eh? It can take you places others never think to go!

And that's what you did with your children's book....you applied your creativity, and to a very good end!....grinning
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CG that is a fantastic story.

The way you fixed/overcame it it's just so - so you!

Good thing you didn't just give up.




I think it would be fun for you to finish the story for me.
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CG that is a fantastic story.

The way you fixed/overcame it it's just so - so you!

Good thing you didn't just give up.




I think it would be fun for you to finish the story for me.
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I've thought about it....and imma gonna think on it somemore. I do see a glimmer of light in me about it though, heh. I just gotta see if I can open it up when I'm feeling a little more to right as rain.

I had a rough morning. I was urpie all morning....my poor body kinda hit the wall given all the stress around, and then I had my friend and housekeeper in to clean, which causes me interpersonal stress because I should be able to do these things myself, but my back is fucked up, I get embarrassed at the mess, which she tells me I'm being a ninny about it, it's not that bad, and my gut which takes the brunt of everything, and with Jodi coming over and me stressing out about it like I always do, it just said, "Nope! Fuck you for overwhelming me! Now you shall puke!"

Oye vay and aye carumba!....putin


Life on the Big Bluesy Marble, eh?.....billlaugh
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I opened up the glimmer of light, sister....hf




The sun was shining, and I had already wiped the sleep from my eyes. I went to my window to see if Cosmic Gypsy was awake. I whistled. She came to her window, her hair all still a mess from sleeping, and she chirped out, “Good morning, friend!”

“It's such a nice morning, do you want to go for a walk?” I asked her, knowing she would. It was our thing.

Cosmic Gypsy washed her face, brushed her teeth, slicked her hair down just as quick as she could, and then grabbed up her new treasure to show me.

I saw her walking toward me with something in her hand, something I couldn't make out. I asked her what she was holding, and while beaming a smile, she said, “My new crystal piccolo! Look! It's pretty!” She stuck it up in my face.

I told her it was very pretty, and asked her if I could hold it. She pulled the piccolo back to her chest saying, “But....ummm, but it can break, it's CRYSTAL! I don't want it to break....I just got it yesterday.”

I could tell she was very, very fond of this piccolo, like her daisies. I told her it was okay, just looking at it was satisfying enough. It was very pretty, and very petite, like her.

We set out on a dirt path to the daisy patch, our favorite place to walk to. While we walked she jibber-jabbered about this, that, and the other thing, waving her arm around, the one with the piccolo in the arm's hand. I could tell she was very proud of it.

We sat in the field of daisies all day while she played her piccolo, she even prancing and dancing while she played. I wondered how she learned to play it so fast. She was a master of the instrument, and had only had it for a day.

I asked her where she got it, and she looked at me, right in the eyes, and her right eye twinkled, “The place I got this from is out of this world! It's a magic piccolo!”

I had to agree with her, because it was like magic that she learned so fast, and the music was so sweet. I wondered how many daisies it cost her to fly to where it was, so it could be hers.

We walked home while the sun was beginning to set. It was a nice day, even a beautiful day....because it was a Cosmic Gypsy day.

We sat at our windows late into that night, she playing her sweet little magic piccolo.

I looked at the clock. It was a half past midnight.

I fell to sleep to an aria Cosmic Gypsy was magically playing into my dreams.


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Now it's someone else's turn to add to the story.....ohyeah
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I opened up the glimmer of light, sister....hf




The sun was shining, and I had already wiped the sleep from my eyes. I went to my window to see if Cosmic Gypsy was awake. I whistled. She came to her window, her hair all still a mess from sleeping, and she chirped out, “Good morning, friend!”

“It's such a nice morning, do you want to go for a walk?” I asked her, knowing she would. It was our thing.

Cosmic Gypsy washed her face, brushed her teeth, slicked her hair down just as quick as she could, and then grabbed up her new treasure to show me.

I saw her walking toward me with something in her hand, something I couldn't make out. I asked her what she was holding, and while beaming a smile, she said, “My new crystal piccolo! Look! It's pretty!” She stuck it up in my face.

I told her it was very pretty, and asked her if I could hold it. She pulled the piccolo back to her chest saying, “But....ummm, but it can break. I don't want it to break....I just got it yesterday.”

I could tell she was very, very fond of this piccolo, like her daisies. I told her it was okay, just looking at it was satisfying enough. It was very pretty, and very petite, like her.

We set out on a dirt path to the daisy patch, our favorite place to walk to. While we walked she jibber-jabbered about this, that, and the other thing, waving her arm around, the one with the piccolo in the arm's hand. I could tell she was very proud of it.

We sat in the field of daisies all day while she played her piccolo, she even prancing and dancing while she played. I wondered how she learned to play it so fast. She was a master of the instrument, and had only had it for a day.

I asked her where she got it, and she looked at me, right in the eyes, and her right eye twinkled, “The place I got this from is out of this world! It's a magic piccolo!”

I had to agree with her, because it was like magic that she learned so fast, and the music was so sweet. I wondered how many daisies it cost her to fly to where it was, so it could be hers.

We walked home while the sun was beginning to set. It was a nice day, even a beautiful day....because it was a Cosmic Gypsy day.

We sat at our windows late into that night, she playing her sweet little magic piccolo.

I looked at the clock. It was a half past midnight.

I fell to sleep to an aria Cosmic Gypsy was magically playing into my dreams.
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I came out of timeout and this is one of the first things I read.

This is some of your best work. I was touched to tears.
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I opened up the glimmer of light, sister....hf




The sun was shining, and I had already wiped the sleep from my eyes. I went to my window to see if Cosmic Gypsy was awake. I whistled. She came to her window, her hair all still a mess from sleeping, and she chirped out, “Good morning, friend!”

“It's such a nice morning, do you want to go for a walk?” I asked her, knowing she would. It was our thing.

Cosmic Gypsy washed her face, brushed her teeth, slicked her hair down just as quick as she could, and then grabbed up her new treasure to show me.

I saw her walking toward me with something in her hand, something I couldn't make out. I asked her what she was holding, and while beaming a smile, she said, “My new crystal piccolo! Look! It's pretty!” She stuck it up in my face.

I told her it was very pretty, and asked her if I could hold it. She pulled the piccolo back to her chest saying, “But....ummm, but it can break. I don't want it to break....I just got it yesterday.”

I could tell she was very, very fond of this piccolo, like her daisies. I told her it was okay, just looking at it was satisfying enough. It was very pretty, and very petite, like her.

We set out on a dirt path to the daisy patch, our favorite place to walk to. While we walked she jibber-jabbered about this, that, and the other thing, waving her arm around, the one with the piccolo in the arm's hand. I could tell she was very proud of it.

We sat in the field of daisies all day while she played her piccolo, she even prancing and dancing while she played. I wondered how she learned to play it so fast. She was a master of the instrument, and had only had it for a day.

I asked her where she got it, and she looked at me, right in the eyes, and her right eye twinkled, “The place I got this from is out of this world! It's a magic piccolo!”

I had to agree with her, because it was like magic that she learned so fast, and the music was so sweet. I wondered how many daisies it cost her to fly to where it was, so it could be hers.

We walked home while the sun was beginning to set. It was a nice day, even a beautiful day....because it was a Cosmic Gypsy day.

We sat at our windows late into that night, she playing her sweet little magic piccolo.

I looked at the clock. It was a half past midnight.

I fell to sleep to an aria Cosmic Gypsy was magically playing into my dreams.
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I came out of timeout and this is one of the first things I read.

This is some of your best work. I was touched to tears.
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Time out?

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I opened up the glimmer of light, sister....hf




The sun was shining, and I had already wiped the sleep from my eyes. I went to my window to see if Cosmic Gypsy was awake. I whistled. She came to her window, her hair all still a mess from sleeping, and she chirped out, “Good morning, friend!”

“It's such a nice morning, do you want to go for a walk?” I asked her, knowing she would. It was our thing.

Cosmic Gypsy washed her face, brushed her teeth, slicked her hair down just as quick as she could, and then grabbed up her new treasure to show me.

I saw her walking toward me with something in her hand, something I couldn't make out. I asked her what she was holding, and while beaming a smile, she said, “My new crystal piccolo! Look! It's pretty!” She stuck it up in my face.

I told her it was very pretty, and asked her if I could hold it. She pulled the piccolo back to her chest saying, “But....ummm, but it can break. I don't want it to break....I just got it yesterday.”

I could tell she was very, very fond of this piccolo, like her daisies. I told her it was okay, just looking at it was satisfying enough. It was very pretty, and very petite, like her.

We set out on a dirt path to the daisy patch, our favorite place to walk to. While we walked she jibber-jabbered about this, that, and the other thing, waving her arm around, the one with the piccolo in the arm's hand. I could tell she was very proud of it.

We sat in the field of daisies all day while she played her piccolo, she even prancing and dancing while she played. I wondered how she learned to play it so fast. She was a master of the instrument, and had only had it for a day.

I asked her where she got it, and she looked at me, right in the eyes, and her right eye twinkled, “The place I got this from is out of this world! It's a magic piccolo!”

I had to agree with her, because it was like magic that she learned so fast, and the music was so sweet. I wondered how many daisies it cost her to fly to where it was, so it could be hers.

We walked home while the sun was beginning to set. It was a nice day, even a beautiful day....because it was a Cosmic Gypsy day.

We sat at our windows late into that night, she playing her sweet little magic piccolo.

I looked at the clock. It was a half past midnight.

I fell to sleep to an aria Cosmic Gypsy was magically playing into my dreams.
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I came out of timeout and this is one of the first things I read.

This is some of your best work. I was touched to tears.
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Time out?

churchlady
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Yeah, self-imposed. I haven't been my usual splendid self and felt the need to step back and reflect before I really needed to clean up my act. I.e., things were getting under my skin and I was acting out a little too much.

I was on my last damn nerve and it was showing. It's all good now, though, with this new batch of catnip and tuna. Cheers!

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You have been in my thoughts….





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