This surprise came to me via the first page of my Visual Journal. It's somehow connected to lunch and errands, leaves and an angel wing. Perhaps this is the story: True heroes munch on leaves while holding their wings out of the way of gigantic heroic raindrops.
Or perhaps the message is: Gigantic heroic breakfast!
My point is, get you some words! Bold, colored, cut-out. Get you some glue, and a page, and half an hour to immerse yourself in new word possibilities, embryo poems, and spectral dreams.
Make a collage. Cut out phrases and words from magazines, gluing them in arrangements that don't go together at first glance.
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