Today, from a series of photographs, a story will emerge in your mind, in paragraph form. Our minds invariably put together a narrative from the fragments and pieces floating inside and out, from the inner world and the external environment.
And the story doesn't necessarily have to proceed in order of the photographs.
And the story will be exactly what we perceive.
And your story will be different from my story.
And that's the beauty of each of those drops in the ocean, those grains of sand on the beach.
Daisy the dog dreams puppy dreams of rousting rats in the burned out barn, chewing contentedly on a fresh hip joint, and curling up at her book reading master's feet, no thoughts of the morrow.
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