I like that… and so..?

I have faced longer odds and succeeded. I will let the imagery of Taboo suffuse my subtle, semi-dormant, cerebrum attuned to image, both bold and booming and subtle and hidden. It will be like walking through one of my favorite creeks, scanning for that special stone beneath the dappled sun-drenched surface. Who knows what gem I may yet scoop up. One. None. Time.

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