Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2023 23:37:31 GMT -5
Dear cherished associates.
Well, I am alone, enough to here my thoughts speaking back to me.
Except for the aquatic life, the waters prove sweet for skin tested by the flames.
We may find ourselves in treacherous waters sometime or another in life, as fate has claimed for me.
I have given much thought to the future course, and must admit I have written more than I thought I have would, often with words pouring in a cacophony, unlike the better versed volunteers of ages past.
Little too late for a handshake.
Little to no sleep for the writer.
Maybe a dash of parsley soda would have been fitting for the morning dawn.
Except, I was foolish again and forgot to bring it.
Exciting misadventures, aren't they?
Then perhaps it is time to turn a page.
Against all odds, the world is an unhappy place where speeches of sincerity are childish games, but I would be lying if I didn't say they were not fun in once in awhile.
Good friends are as rare as a good book, treasure them well should you find either.
A crow met me on the evening tide with a string tied around it's leg, violet in hue. Maybe the volunteers are doing well.
I guess I must conclude the last of my ink with something profound for you future readers.
Now, I thank the volunteers both veteran and fresh who took great care to read my investigations into the whereabouts of my beloved sofa, of which I cannot give up hope yet, and so too shall you continue on putting out fires and reminding each other and those with an attentive ear, that the world is quiet here. Remember the silent S.
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Well, I am alone, enough to here my thoughts speaking back to me.
Except for the aquatic life, the waters prove sweet for skin tested by the flames.
We may find ourselves in treacherous waters sometime or another in life, as fate has claimed for me.
I have given much thought to the future course, and must admit I have written more than I thought I have would, often with words pouring in a cacophony, unlike the better versed volunteers of ages past.
Little too late for a handshake.
Little to no sleep for the writer.
Maybe a dash of parsley soda would have been fitting for the morning dawn.
Except, I was foolish again and forgot to bring it.
Exciting misadventures, aren't they?
Then perhaps it is time to turn a page.
Against all odds, the world is an unhappy place where speeches of sincerity are childish games, but I would be lying if I didn't say they were not fun in once in awhile.
Good friends are as rare as a good book, treasure them well should you find either.
A crow met me on the evening tide with a string tied around it's leg, violet in hue. Maybe the volunteers are doing well.
I guess I must conclude the last of my ink with something profound for you future readers.
Now, I thank the volunteers both veteran and fresh who took great care to read my investigations into the whereabouts of my beloved sofa, of which I cannot give up hope yet, and so too shall you continue on putting out fires and reminding each other and those with an attentive ear, that the world is quiet here. Remember the silent S.
╭╮╱╭┳━━┳━━╮
┃╰┳╯┃━┳┻╮╮┃
╰╮┃╭┫╭╯╭┻╯┃
╱╰━╯╰╯╱╰━━╯