This is my usual writer's journal to keep track of the senses and not part of the Space Explorer 365 project (365 words of story for 365 days from March 20, 2016 to March 19, 2017) ...
Taste: oatmeal and blueberries
Sight: a curl of cat
Sound: Calm your beating heart, I'm on your side: Whose Side are You On?; Quiet, MILCK
Smell: lost and regained on oregano
Touch: smooth: swiping the counter, wiping the floor; flakes of herb
Extra: That it takes awhile to recognize her soul.
Taste: oatmeal and blueberries
Sight: a curl of cat
Sound: Calm your beating heart, I'm on your side: Whose Side are You On?; Quiet, MILCK
Smell: lost and regained on oregano
Touch: smooth: swiping the counter, wiping the floor; flakes of herb
Extra: That it takes awhile to recognize her soul.
"We are the transformers of Earth. Our whole being, and the flights and falls of our love, enable us to undertake this task." — Rainer Maria Rilke
"These may be termed Utopian dreams. Thanks to the Being who impressed them on my soul...I view with indignation, the mistaken notions that enslave my sex." — Mary Wollstonecraft, A Vindication of the Rights of WomanGrateful for: living my most authentic self
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