My piece for Rookie went up on Monday, it was scary to write but people seem to like it, I think (I hope?) I did the missing step, stomach drop, unknown thing, when it went up. But I kept on reminding myself that "some of us are brave". I am trying to be brave. But mostly I'm just hungry or sleepy.I don't have all that many words left but I have picture words if that helps?
Flowers thrown into a dumpster in Greenwood Cemetery, NY, by Edward Brydon, unknown from here, Alfred Kubin. Black Mass, 1905, 'Palestinian lady collects gas bombs fired by Israeli army. She grows flowers in these bombs.' from here.