When I was a kid, we had a book called The King Who Rained about what a kid pictures when she hears the things her parents say. I still think that way.
An applicant to a graduate program was talking about waiving the GRE. I imagined holding his GRE scores in my hand and waving them around.
My grandmother was telling me that despite my being middle aged, there's still hope that I could some day get married. She said, "there are still a lot of men floating around." I imagined a herd of men floating in the sky, a bit like the above picture, but without the rain, crown, and robe. When my grandmother told me this, I was looking at the crabapple trees, so I imagined these men floating somewhere slightly above the crabapple trees.
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