Once upon a time I used to go to open mic poetry readings. On one such occasion it was decided that all willing would draw a word from a hat & compose on the spot. I drew the word orange. It offered the chance to describe the water color sunset in the high desert. In my mind it looked much like this. It's purely alien to anyone who hasn't seen it & only less so to those who've only seen photos. To this day I find it to be a state of suspended disbelief that such a thing can be.
Once upon a time I used to go to open mic poetry readings. On one such occasion it was decided that all willing would draw a word from a hat & compose on the spot. I drew the word orange. It offered the chance to describe the water color sunset in the high desert. In my mind it looked much like this. It's purely alien to anyone who hasn't seen it & only less so to those who've only seen photos. To this day I find it to be a state of suspended disbelief that such a thing can be.
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