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Category: napowrimo

it’s a thing

a thing well known has a life of its own a thing well said is already dead

night clouds

mind goes from this to that, from past to future. words and images come and go, in waves. the fog that settles in the bay sustains the mighty redwood.

basics

for some of us, the binder clip is the apex of technology

networking

making the world safe for kids to walk in takes one handshake at a time

1st period

cramping legs, calm mind beams creak, a rush of cold wind penetrates the walls