From a local vineyard last Saturday. Music in the vineyard, lovely!

For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Barbie doctor is trying to interview the Get Real Girl about the origin of the missing part in front of her, but Elwha intervenes.
“Who, me?” says Elwha. “I am trying to help! I don’t eat Barbies or Get Real Girls!”

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: missing part.
The funny bit is that I knew right where this missing part was: on a dresser upstairs. It’s the rest of the doll that has gone missing.
I am taking your dreams because you don’t want them.
You don’t want him. Your small child.
You let him out to play with me, for a while.
But you say you you are always happy.
You say things are perfect.
You say our friendship is forever.
Then you start to back away.
You take music first: I can’t sing along.
You stop teaching me your instrument.
You stop me from listening to practice.
You sing to me on my guitar
but you never listen.
You keep me from your friends.
You keep me from your family.
You don’t want to say
that you love me as a friend.
The connection dies as you hack parts away.
Only the beach is left.
Your small child plays and laughs with me
at the beach.
And that is gone too.
I am hurt. I block the connection for a year.
A year is gone.
You won’t come back.
You can’t come back.
I do not want you back.
But I open the connection.
I want your small child
and all the monsters you keep hidden.
Bears and monsters, come.
Come with the small child and play.
Is it unethical to steal a soul
if it is not loved?
If it is not listened to?
If it is trapped and frightened?
I am stealing your dreams because you don’t want them.
And I do.
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I look for dream stealer myths. Not a succubus. Nor a dream weaver. Something else. Maybe something that is not textbook. Or a kitsune?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: textbook.
I took the photograph on North Beach yesterday.
The Point Defiance Rose Garden.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
There is a raspy sound when the beach is pebbles and the waves wash in and they rasp together. It is a singing clicking rasp. Beautiful!
I walk Marrowstone Island early yesterday, since there is a very low tide in the morning and it was sunny and gorgeous. The clear agates light up.

This one is clear in the center. I have to dig it out of the mud flat with another rock.

Turn again.

There, isn’t it beautiful with the light shining through?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: raspy.
From the Point Defiance Rose Garden.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
The cats find this in my house and carry it around. I had Barbies in the 1970s. You can see the tag in this picture. Barbie/Mattel. The stole is made of rabbit fur with a nylon lining. Very 1970s, since I doubt Mattel would sell rabbit fur as a Barbie accessory now. The cats think it is fabulous.
The doll holding it is not a Barbie. It is a Get Real Girl, who has more normal proportions and normal feet. This one came with a backpack, hiking clothes and all she needs for camping. She is from the early 2000s. She’s better at driving the ambulance than the Barbies because her joints are much more fluid.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: stole.
From the Dahlia Trial Gardens.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Talisman of abdominal strength.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: talisman and Weekly Prompts Simply Orange.
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