Nothing made any sense underwater. Plants, colors, shapes, and shadows mingled without meaning. Up was a spinning globe and down was a newfangled zoo.
Her arms and legs were telecommuting to another city while someone else twirled the radio dial through dozens of stations sliced thin like pastrami on rye.
One second twisted back and the next one sprang forward. A question mark marks the spot where treasure used to be found. Tumbling vertigo into lassitude into volumes of encyclopedic rage (in alphabetical order).
Hansel and Gretel finally show their faces and lead the way home.
Calligraphy: fly, dream, wish, soar, hope floats
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