Words in the right order conjure incredible visions. So do words in the incorrect order. It all depends on what it is you need to see. Belief in something bigger than a breadbox helps. Whatever your thorn-in-the-side happens to be, make it hard to pluck out. We live our days shadowed by at least one indefinable idea.
"What was that, Darla?" Ort asked as he hefted milk crates filled with crafts out of the back of Darla's pickup. "Didn't catch what you just said. Who you talking to anyway?" The vendors' parking area filled up as early bird browsers patrolled the perimeter in the hopes of being the first to scope out the day's special bargain must-have(s). Darla, with dry mouth and moist eyes, pointed at a painting Ort had tucked under his left arm. Ort's right arm was ringed up to his shoulder with wreaths made from Keurig K-Cups.
"No one likes to be corrected, but we all long to return to the sea."
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