Day 840: 5 Minute Freewrite: Friday - Prompt: yarn

The frosty glow of the evergreens is tranquilly subdued ever unwinding like the yarn from the ball. The maker caught making, the warmer caught warming, the doer caught doing, the door caught closing. The threads, the stitches keeping me warm as the degrees drop well below zero. A dusking, a hazing, an ever pleasing brisk of the cold snap of nature like citrus in the naso, in the yayo, all up in this shiznit.

Alive and well, healthy and calm, abundance in which so many seek. All born a warrior, all born for the desire of love, risk and uncharted waters. The needles poke a hole and weaves it all together like waves of yarn crashing with the colour, collaborating with the balance, the zen stitcher flow. Yarn me together a blockchain dismantle it with ego melted lego hot on the stove. Fire up the oven, fire up the heat, let the blaze continue blazing.

Rubix cube filled with bloody daggers, kinds of toast and hesitation no lack of moral gauging just yarning together the times in my journal. The jogger runs, the poet writes, and lumberjack chops, here we are live from the tip-top rested and hung ready to attack!

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