I got suddenly sick during our family visit to the States two days ago.
Which is where I’m writing this post from this very moment. 754 more words
I was sick, so a woman, maybe my sister, handed me a cooking pot with a handle with yellowish light shining up out of it. I was able to insert the pot into my chest, so I lit up my chest with the light coming out of the pot, then I pulled that out, and I inserted the pot into my abdomen, and the light lit up my body from that point upward. 90 more words
The morning’s light builds heat in the goldenrod field, a thicket of last year’s woody stems and this year’s giant St. John’s wort, morning glory, and lanced leaf goldenrod flowers. 20 more words