I only had to beat the recall of my ideas into a single location: the center of my imagination has become almost as impenetrable brambles of my lethargy by hindering the entry .
I just had to do that. This was not so complicated.
I had done before: I knew my focus in this single goal: to write. So I wanted to do it: finally rewrite a text, even with only 125 words.
But my little concentrated happiness had yet decided otherwise when I came out my pen and grabbed a white sheet, as already bathtime rings.
So my concentration ... flew in condensation.
For Impromptus on the theme of the week: Concentrate 125 words (or between 115 and 135).
For Impromptus on the theme of the week: Concentrate 125 words (or between 115 and 135).
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