. . . through my thoughts and ideas and questions and passions and run-on sentences and doubts and poetry and truths and . . . well, you get the idea. Sometimes I go long periods of time without writing - and sometimes I start to write and cannot stop. So I am either long winded or completely short of wind. So read on . . . if there is anything to read.
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chirp-chirp, the song of the desolate cricket.
Dust, space, emptiness, and lonliness.
Words do not comfort me, for they are not here.
Expectations have gotten higher, ever higher - now that you have that super camera. I'm expecting words and images to merge into total loveliness!
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