Return.Thursday, May 21, 2015
It's been awhile.
Time to return, after a long haitus.
I've missed you.
Missed the feel of fingers on keys, tapping away gently, leisurely, blissfully.
Missed the quiet repose of stringing thoughts into prose, and seeing them form on a paper screen.
Black-and-white letters.
There is something comforting in this.
Few things thrill the heart
And stir up as much pleasure
As this.
I hear a faraway bell;
I hear the ocean in a shell;
I hear the merry carousel;
And each one has its tale to tell -
Each has its music.
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9:55 PM
