I don’t care what time it is. I don’t care what day it is. I am here. (www.ripples.ca)
Old clocks get tired. Nothing seems random. There is no rest while the spring grips taut intent, or the electrons keep moving across potential in constant current, or the sun casts a shadow on a face as old as humanity. … Continue reading →
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