Sound track: Hope by Celloman
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Dear reader. I want to you wish a happy new year. This is 2024, and already in the second week. The clock ticks with no gap difference in days. The milestones are man made. In the essence of it, we are only moving through time and space. And I wish you the best of it. My favourite thing to do is write on IdeatingCards. Put my action plans there, and check those boxes. I wish you a year a checked boxes too.
Last year, we did Season 1. If you haven’t seen, pl``ease check the website, or you may do a quick refresher here:
Starting…
My Queen, last night was a forever, I saw wheeling stars move from A to B. You kept moving them. Behind those stars, We’re your arms wrapped around me. For I were the stars last night. Dotted lines around my back cords. …King, common, the maids are listening, What have you heard regarding the Amekshites? What do you intend to do with Thorin’s head? If you asked me, roasted, for what he attempted. The sky blue is shinning deep yellow sun today. And 500 soldiers on the training ground, Gold armours dancing shackling. And swords clanging. What do you think of this chariot with red velvet? It leads to a stream, that one you see far north, Can you see it? …Yes My King, that one. It looks solitude and happy, Many secret desires fulfilled. But maybe we should stay here for a while? Don’t kill me Solomon. Zaph! Queen of Egypt, Come here please, have you seen that stream? Far north? Do you want to enter the red velvet? — In this land, there are ten thousand sea ships, And each of it, is free for every citizen to party on. In this land, nobody wants to leave, We’ve even tried to push them outside, They don’t want to leave. We love our people. Our guests. Most of our people were once guests, Queen Sheba. …Then I better take my leave now. I hear that it would take 20 nights to reach a middle town, Would you give us a safe passage letter? … Just mention my name, dear Queen. And as we went, we left with one thousand camels of gold sacks, Diamond ornaments, and two thousand skilled builders to Assist our kingdom rebuild. The glittery horn blows a waving good bye, Her helmet looks to the stars in far distant, In remembrance of the pain of war, To express the eulogy of those who went with it. The bravery of those who are now sculptures. Their hearts are in this music I blow. Find me at the hoofs of the granular tapestry. We ride both in joy and hard stone. My home, My home. My skin and blood, shed Out of the Amekshites pipes. I want revenge, but how will it satisfy my thirst. I want to fight, but there’s peace now. We ride both with palm tree hallelujah joy, and hard stone. I see the light. Twinkling in my eyes. I see the light. Spreading apart the clouds. Like King Solomon deepening wisdom spreading me wide. How will I ever forget this sweet story scroll of last night. I see the light, washing through my face of hope. I see the light, singing entrance through our big gates unfold. All our red peppers, Our thymes, spices all gone. …My queen, My queen… What is it again? Can’t I have a moment of fantasy peace on my red velvet chariot? …My queen, the Sparrow has something to say.