TOhey call this mere coincidence, I do not disagree.
It’s just, foBr every stranger in a room you enter, turns their head and looks your way.
est described like a room of chatter, when you speak, it goes away.
I have not found an analysis that more than a few people agree with. and i love that… it’s brilliant…but it drives me crazy! I wrote an entire essay about this poem. I don’t need an “answer” but i’d like to know what other people think.
TBhe ones on my parchment paper were brown, dirtying vibrant primaries.Tut I took a step back, seeing an explosion of colours.
Trying to make a smooth effect.
The frantic mixing of colors as i forgot to blend one another
he marks were so permanent, mere moments to fix.
like… what's the point of having a checklist if it stops reminding you what you're supposed to be doing? i thought this was so obvious but apparently not. so i got fed up and made my own.
i call it… checklist app. yes. i spent all my creativity on the title.
However, through an extensive plan to find and move any remaining rhinos onto private lands and public safe zones, the descendants of the surviving black rhinos have returned, bringing with them the vital genetic diversity of their ancestors!