It is amazing how a get-well gesture can go so far into lifting up someone’s spirits. The days have been bleak, at times. And many have had bad days. There may be a bit of a sympathy drought.

But no worries, she thought to herself. Today magic would rule and be an anomaly. Tomorrow there would be no recollection of that magical moment. But it will have planted a deep seed that would be bound to grow.
When he went to grab the ballon he felt a pop go off within him. And, then he floated up with the balloon and swirled around and around. He was happy. He couldn’t fight back the happiness. And, it would be.
Categories: Health, identity, mental health, photography, Psychology, supernatural, writing prompt
True No
CoveR
on Air
of Love’s
BaLooN
As Naked
And Free As Wind
Still Sees Breathes
This
Free
Bee i Am
FLoWeRS NeW
EVeRYWHeRE NoW..:)
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