In the future I envision, there's a vast wasteland of abandoned blogs. Words written in the throws of emotion and too soon forgotten. Empty. The way we think of a wild-west ghost-town in an old spaghetti western. A dried husk, haunted with old, dark, whispered secrets.
The clack of thunder and the smell of an electric-storm heavy on the horizon.
I am here.
I will write soon.
what an interesting day to write a blog post...
ReplyDeletePost pretty pictures. I'll get back to posting pretty words. I don't know what it is, but some sort of harmony will be achieved.
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