"In rocks, we find eyes and
faces of life. Imagination," - sle. Have a small box with a bunch of small rocks in it. Been looking for that special rock. I found it way back when, but for some reason, don't want to go forward with it. Getting to where I will have to go through the rocks and find that special one. Hope I didn't see something there that isn't there. Had to make the heading for the next draft before it left my mind. Boo is off to the back room. School tomorrow. I find rocks in the lane, the one coming to the house and the one that goes to the neighbor. Oh, met someone today that lives nearby. Pretty woman, but just doing her work. Wanted to get my headings done before they skipped the water into oblivion. Since imagination exists, is it real? Is it reality? Dreams exist. Are they reality? My tablet does have a pen stylus. Will have to find my rock and see what I can do with photos of it and...