School Doesn't Pay 2
Hot Cocoa
Good afternoon. Just some recent shots I took.
I just woke up from the nap, and I was dreaming. In the dream, I was at some kind of lake vacation house, and I met a painter named Zach, and he was tall, and he had curly hair, medium length. He smiled and showed me a painting, and he said he just finished it and then, he disappeared behind a tree branch; he ventured into his house with his family. I loved his creation, but I can't remember what it looked like.
Anyway, I woke up excited to be on vacation, ha. And to meet a Zach. In my real life, I don't know anyone named Zach, come to think of it. Strange.
There is so much going on in this world, and I am not ignoring that. But when I post, and when I spend time on social media, I like to share from my experience or my heart. Or make folks laugh. Create some kind of time away.
I suppose that's why I write my books as well. Helps me, helps you. That kind of thing...is my hope.
Have a nice evening. With the rest of my day, I plan to attempt to stay positive and not allow my anxiety to grab me. To be present for myself and others.
Hope you like the photos. I was wondering who might live inside the second. Not sure...seems like someone's in there. Maybe Zach, ha.
C.A. MacConnell
Have a nice evening. With the rest of my day, I plan to attempt to stay positive and not allow my anxiety to grab me. To be present for myself and others.
Hope you like the photos. I was wondering who might live inside the second. Not sure...seems like someone's in there. Maybe Zach, ha.
C.A. MacConnell
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