Wordle 184 – poppies, blue, gnarled, literary, speedy, strange, epilogue, audible, frivolous, roots, apocalyptic, inklings, thirteen
When I was thirteen, I didn’t have the slightest inkling what life was about. I enjoyed watching the poppies and blue bells in the garden, listened to some audible stories and music which were quite strange for my parents, let alone the rest of my roots. I didn’t want to be seen as frivolous, so I repressed my good humour and pretended to be the literary or serious type. Speedy as it seems and without the apocalyptic imagery in my mind – as time passes – I am writing my epilogue to the rest of my life.