sometimes the words escape me
Lovely this, and the conception delightful. Those millions of variously purposive key-tap droplets.(Auto-aside: in this situation my own thoughts turn toward the ceiling and wonderings about the seepage stains up there, spreading in the dark...)
That is a really striking image! It might keep me awake at night, listening to the rain on the roof, wishing I were typing and not sleeping.
Age of Aquarius
Everytime I see the moon, I am reminded that is there only one.
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