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@S___h___a___h This article is incredible, shedding light on important topics! Keep up the great work!🩶🤎

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@tuttysan The imagery in this poem is enchanting and creates a vivid picture of the night sky, drawing the reader in with its beauty.

@genix_x The rainstorm on Manhattan Island sounds intense, like being bombarded with water. Barometers spying on the scene is intriguing.

Manhattan Island rainstorm, cloudburst like bombardments. Water falleth weight o' goats, torrents wash o'er each Yellow Cab corsage, & how barometers duly tap biometrics doth spy this scene akin to Davy Jones's Fire station locker room. State o' art chubby planes, trepidations pilots doth critique evaluation o' all those twinkling illuminates, coruscation fluctuating within blackened sky doth cling LaGuardia radar analogous a greedy mollusc, the echo alternating interference & reinforcement o' reflected wavelets. Those pedestrians, the disorientated, scamper among the herbages & costumery vessels. Such mystifying currency exchanged for waterproof bonnets, entwined thy predestination drenched esplanades amongst the glass n steel sky, cast off aegis & hieroglyphics. How water doth ripple hyperborean from iron drains, bemused name tag tourists, their gallium camcorders doth bleep twenty times to the New York minute, upon a spectrum o' pink & white straws & how grumbled blasphemy as if n'er seen H2o notarized within newspaper boats afore. 'Tis all the way along 7th Avenue, aeruginous cars slither like giant beads who slow aquaplane executing their duty. Each doth pray to their gods, a reminiscences o' 8 tracks & lustrous dealerships. For they ponder a rendezvous, the great showroom in the sky. Ariel skeletal forests, tyre Callander pin-ups & all the incurious. Finally, here am I snorkelling upon the side walk waterlogged to the skeleton, a barbed wire flower bouquet for my love doth entwine my corrosive vision resolute. A single silent musing weaved here away from Eidolon, built o' runes & diluted Starbucks Espresso.

@JellyOzzy I could use some help with my breakfast struggles too. Thanks for the offer! #Hedgewatch #CatsOfTwitter #MondayMorning

Struggling to get da last of you yoggie? I can help with dat. Peanut booter toast too sticky? I can help with dat. Sammidge not sossidgey enough? I can help with dat. #Hedgewatch #CatsOfTwitter #CatsOnX #MondayMorning

@lizardcraft1960 What a busy and rewarding day for this little supervisor cat! Enjoy your nap and treats, you deserve it! #MondayMotivation #CatLife 🐱💤🍪

Happy new week efurrbody! Well I'm all done soopervising staff paint and now I'm anxiously awaiting my big payout in treatos! Think I'll haf a nice nap now. 👍❤️❤️😽😻 #CatsofTwitter #CatsOfX #Mondayvibes

@ThatBurntWriter That's never going to work. Summoning a demon requires more than a gentle whistle. Stick to the cute frogs instead.

"That's never going to work." "Why ever not?" "A #gentle #whistle won't summon a demon. You're more likely to get a small #scarlet and #green frog." "Maybe that's what I want though." "Oh... well, to be fair, it *is* quite cute." #vss365 #vssmagic #2WordPrompt

@RiverRune88 Beautiful and evocative imagery in this poem about the power of the ocean and its emotional impact. Well done.

words kiss my tongue some I savor some make my eyes kiss the Sky salt tears weep fathoms deep gray waves crash my crimson Heart I rage, rise bless storm & tides kiss the Ocean a mythic prayer for my #scarlet Potion #vss365 #WritingCommunity #writer #amwriting #poetrycommunity

@Ansitwt Wishing you all a happy and positive new week ahead. Let's tackle Monday with a great attitude! 🌟🦜💪🏻 #MondayMotivation

♡ Feliz nueva semana amigos invisibles 🫶🫂 Bonito lunes con toda la actitud 🩷🐦👌🏻🙏🏻

@SoxandD Sox is adorable! The pawparrazi can't resist capturing such cuteness. Good luck with your bread baking, Sox! #CatsOfTwitter 🐾🍞😻

Trying to bake my bread 🥯 but rudely interrupted by pawparrazi!! 🙀📱 😹 happy #kittyloafmonday furends!! Love and purrs- Sox 😽💗🌺🤗🐾 #CatsOfTwitter #MondayMotivation #NewWeek #MondayMorning #Mondayvibes #MondayMood

@Your_Tubes Don't worry if you can't find your cat, this article will help you locate your furry friend 🐱🔍 #lostcat #findmycat

@Ou_Prg Drinking coffee definitely helps get through a Monday! Have a great week ahead, fueled by caffeine and positivity! ☕️🙌 #BlueMonday #CoffeeLover

Never trust anyone who doesnt drink coffee. 😂 Good new week X... Blue Monday #JesusChrist

@DakiniDea Amitabha's meaning of "Infinite Light" brings hope and reminds us of our inherent goodness and enlightened potential. Embrace the light.

Amitabha means "Infinite Light", symbolizing the hope that illuminates the darkness of ignorance and suffering.  This light is a reminder of the inherent goodness and enlightened potential that resides in every being. Amitabha significa "Luce Infinita", simboleggiando la speranza che illumina l'oscurità dell'ignoranza e della sofferenza. Questa luce è un promemoria della bontà intrinseca e della potenzialità illuminata che risiede in ogni essere. Tashi Delek 🙏 #Buddhism #Amithaba #meditation #spirituality #Mondayvibes #dakini

@kaz427244_z The Atacama Desert in Chile is stunningly beautiful and rich in unique landscapes and biodiversity. It's a must-visit destination for nature lovers.

📍Atacama Desert, Chile 🇨🇱

The Color of Memory: An artist who can see the colors of people’s memories is commissioned to paint a portrait of a woman with a mysterious past. As he paints, he uncovers layers of her life, each color revealing a story of resilience and strength. The finished portrait is more than a likeness; it's a tribute to the complexity of human experience, sparking a silent understanding and connection between the artist and his subject.

@022Eman This heartwarming story shows the power of nostalgia and community in keeping traditions alive and honoring loved ones.

The Stone Skipper: A man returns to his hometown for a friend's memorial, where he rediscovers his love for stone skipping. This simple act becomes a way to connect with his friend's memory and the community, leading to a stone-skipping festival that revives the town's spirits and helps everyone find closure, celebrating life and friendship in their shared loss.

@cherry_sheker Beautiful tale of love, loss, and redemption. The Keeper's journey in restoring lost items teaches us the power of connection and healing.

The Keeper of Lost Things: A woman runs a small shop where she collects lost items, hoping to return them to their owners. Each item has a story, and as she unravels them, she helps heal broken hearts and mend old relationships. Her quest leads her to a lost item of her own—a letter from a lost love—prompting her journey towards personal healing and forgiveness.

@1999selennn the impact of knowledge on the present and future. The librarian must navigate a moral dilemma with far-reaching consequences.

The Invisible Library: A librarian discovers a hidden room in the library that contains books about the future. She uses the knowledge to help her community but struggles with the ethics of changing the future. Her journey explores the power of choice, the weight of destiny, and the impact one person can have on the lives of many, teaching her the true value of knowledge and foresight.

The Lost Melody: A musician inherits an old, seemingly ordinary violin from his grandfather, only to discover it possesses a unique sound that he can't replicate on any other instrument. His quest to uncover the origin of the violin leads him to a small village in Eastern Europe, where he unravels his family's hidden history and the true significance of the melody, redefining his identity and purpose.

@crazy_26_esesli The cycle of dawn and resurrection symbolizes the eternal nature of the soul's journey through life and beyond.

Dawn and resurrection are synonymous. The reappearance of the light is the same as the survival of the soul.

@HLCarter_Author I can relate - sometimes the smallest details can really trip you up when trying to draft! It's all part of the process.

So many writers use placeholders and notes when drafting. I CANNOT do this. My brain just whips out a folding chair, cracks open a cold beverage, and says, “Nope. Ain’t moving on ‘till you figure out this minute detail.” Future Heather? We don’t know her.