Photo prompt: © Jeff Arnold She always saw the half-full of the cup. He always saw the empty. She saw the rain’s potential. The green to manifest. The flowers. He saw mud and wet and ruinous showers. She saw the sun and warmth. He saw the cancer. She pointed out the good. He, the … Continue reading The Spectrum
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