The erie dark forrest floor shadowed by a canopy of black curtains presented ghostly figures dancing between trunks in the light before dawn. Simply the misty white essence of a moist floor but erie all the same. The scurry of small creatures rustling amongst the dead leaves would make any spin tingle combined with the swoop of a dark crow over head and a distant owl hooting. Mozzies team their forces for an onslaught attack; leeches lurk below. Fear can not over take determination. On the other side of this valley is a perfect vantage point to watch the sunrise.
YvetteLabecki
Quirky, in my 30's, recently married, chocoholic, cake baking, green thumb with a full tool box, knowledge of cars, country bumpkin living in the city embracing public transport while nursing inspirations to become an acknowledged writer/novelist in my spare time. Lack of the latter is my hurdle... I'm also a workaholic allergic to alcohol and any form or recreation drugs. So here is me, Vetti, facing the word 100% sober at all times with no excuses and no escape except in the world of my own imagination. Which, I can tell you consists of a constant running looney tune version of all the random things people say and do. I live and most probably will die by murphy's laws and all, as my darling husband puts it so plainly, "in your own Lunchbox".
Vetti's Lunchbox 
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