Scatter love everywhere was the task. It's been only 8 days ago. The world looked fantastic.
Only 1 sweep it took to end it all.
A fence of defence took over and here we are, the man out of space said, although characteristically quiet he could no longer hold in seeing his investments being flushed through the drain.
I don't know what they did. It can be the wrong mechanism, the wrong formula, you'd better figure it out.
The minority agreed that something positive changed into more negativity than they could deal with.
One sweep was all that had been needed to start fighting again. Frustrated he left and looked at his creation wrecked by the Ralphs he shouldn't have created in the first place.
13.11.25
Prompt: see title and 
The photo was taken by me