Earth was the opposite of air, my element of thought and fancy, where my feet left the ground and I took flight away from everything weighing my down. My flight, however, was only possible because I had a physical mind capable of doing so.
Elemental. Emotions. Love. Cups. Cusps. Hearts. Waves crashing against the rocks, spraying in the air. A tranquil pond, disturbed by the ripples sent through by a single rock.
Paula Wyant inspires me with her Wednesday Words prompts. I inspire Jacob Berghoef with what I write in response. Jacob inspires me once more with what he creates, in response to what I write.
There’s something about them with sparks memories of home and family; kindled by the stories my mother told me of all the Christmases singing with her English relatives.
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Kari Trenten 
