Do the right thing.

You know.

Grey walls are bad judges.

Brightness lifts the level of all things.

Listen in on yourself and only you.

Driving forwards with a dusting of finely milled flour.

Conversation with flourishes of flowery language sprinkled intently.

The great debate about the wrong subjects.

The right subjects smothered in sugary syrup.

A greeting is all it takes to be civil.

We went upstairs.

They went downstairs.

We met on the multi-level terrace.

Home-baked dainties and glittering hats.

We received a card displaying the word “Magic”.

All good so far!

Three apples and a bank .

Something to munch when financing a business empire.

The lakeside fire pit scorching eggplant and marshmallows alike.

“Poetry seeped in like a feint breeze my friends.”

Cushioned comfort and longevity.

Seeing trillions.

Perhaps the view of the desert from atop that mountain affords an excellent view of trillions of grains of pummelled and powdered rock.

Sand. Readily available, but not always where you want it.