Don't use twigs, use brushes.
The downward vertical line & the upward vertical line don't meet, and she saw this years ago and went away distraught.
It's SunFire Day. Solstice.
The typoGenerator threw up some of my images. A photograph of a poppy; a line drawing of a woman.
In the field of green, some random red.
My dog lies sleeping beside me; she always has to be near.
The wall clock ticks. The world holds still. O
(I did for an hour.)
Then move, fast.
(I didn't. But ran into an old friend in her blue Rav4 later, an occurence which seemed stretched like a line inevitably from this point.)