Weaving Words

Somewhere in the weaving of Gut Feelings, Asked and Answered and Forbidden came a sense of a need to talk about timing and hope.

A sense of maybe the moment of hope was fantasy moving towards reality and the sense said all would unfold as it should.

But what that really meant wasn’t clear and he found himself on wobbly ground, wondering if he could have the real conversation he wanted or whether he should.

Would it provide the clarity he wanted or just muddy the waters some more.

Maybe it was best not to plan or act and just see.

He was a fool, but what kind of fool was yet to be revealed.

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