Susurration
My muse for a day today is a sound more than an image, but these images will have to do. Susurration in sand. All I wish for is to be done with this, my final, chapter of my dissertation. I wish to be in a tent in the middle of nowhere listening to the susurration of sand - but without the dratted inconvenience of sandstorms, scorpions or lack of water, so perhaps next to an oasis somewhere, with some date palm trees around, and a nice well for clear water. And a nice carpet on which to nap with a clear mind.
My muse for a day today is a sound more than an image, but these images will have to do. Susurration in sand. All I wish for is to be done with this, my final, chapter of my dissertation. I wish to be in a tent in the middle of nowhere listening to the susurration of sand - but without the dratted inconvenience of sandstorms, scorpions or lack of water, so perhaps next to an oasis somewhere, with some date palm trees around, and a nice well for clear water. And a nice carpet on which to nap with a clear mind.
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