Almost every day, he said, my glass seemed more than half full, but a fly would dance on top. When we came into home, winging away from sunset, I saw one cloud-like nuclear explosion. My trip's symbolic, beautiful resolution.
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LOVE this! The use of two old sayings mixed together with the symbolism of the cloud, works so well. Really well done.
LOVE this! The use of two old sayings mixed together with the symbolism of the cloud, works so well. Really well done.