Acephalous

The sun shines when the rain dance resumes.

Limbs ampersand branches coyly sign “hi” on tidal-waving breezes.

“Hi. How are you? Why do you keep that dog muzzled?….Oh, I see.”

Sometimes, we hold certain truths to be self-evident.

Sometimes we deny them.

Others and selves; same and unsanne.

Obscure, absolve, aquit.


“Atone, louse.” That is not what she said.

Surely.

“I’m a lousy gal, sometimes too,” she actually

Said.

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

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