Thud

Just when everything is going so well, fate creeps up behind you and trips you. And the only sound you hear is the THUD as you whack into the ground. All you can do is pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.

That’s what happens when your head is in the clouds – you lose sight of the ground.

I just hope the bruises aren’t too severe. And that there aren’t any scars.

Fate has a really warped sense of humor.

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4 Responses to Thud

  1. FARfetched says:

    Saw your post at Andi’s place. That just seems to happen a lot. {{{Beth}}} Keep pluggin’!

  2. Brancy says:

    Cryptic posts drive me crazy!

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