I’m employing a reverse strategy for the last prompt in this year.
Here are two short pieces for the prompt.
inkblots mutate to form pictures, alphabets, stories I did not create decorated trees sway to songs emanating from masked lips imagining smiles that reach twinkling toes and luminous tips
You can choose either one or both. You don’t have to write anything, unless you are so inspired that you cannot resist sharing a piece.
Not mere the inkblots
Each word choosen mindfully
State of mind of the writer
And the places where it dwells