My hand has moved. The die is cast. What be, will be
and fate now takes its turn. Destiny? Quixotic dream unleashed upon the world? Perfection? power, wonderment?
The ugly death of poverty, more like.
Dreams of mortals rarely breathe air above the clouds.
Thanks to pixabay.com for the pic, and @ryivhnn as always for my wonderful Woms!
May all beings be happy