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Okay, let me run this by you.  I was standing outside, staring up at the bare trees against the cold white sky, and I had a thought.  But I'll start with those that came afterwards, if that's all right with you.

Anyway.  Have you ever had an image, a bundle of words, in your mind, that you didn't use, put down, or speak?  These words are descriptive, interesting, but you've heard them before.  They're not a cliché.  Mine (the original thought) were "tree limbs like brittle bone fingers."  Maybe I'm wrong and someone else would consider those cliché, no matter.  I've heard those words, or similar, before, describing the same thing.  But I don't think it's done to death, not yet. 

However, I would never use those in a story, I think.  Because, and I only managed to put words to this a few moments ago, I would be contributing to making that image a cliché.  I would be wearing the rut a little deeper. 

This does not bode well for me at all.  Also I should have been in bed a few hours ago. 

Also also, I have used three different publishing devices to update my blogs tonight.