This belongs as a sequel to the story in my previous post.
This is the second phase... who's to knows if it will be the last?
Looking ahead,
all she could see was
Work.
Tolling.
Ploughing.
Pacing
was the new agenda
it seemed.
Backforth.
Yesno.
It seems so.
Think.
Think...
Tink
Enormously,
an epiphany
of nothing
arrived:
"Knowledge of nothing
is the greatest yet", she thought,
for doing, without thinking, is the attitude
I should have brought!
Tools at her side,
"I'm ready"
she finally cried.
