What started as a blip of inspiration...

[emojimjitsu]

...Ended up as a game of hide and go password for half an hour with a dead email account. Now having finally stormed the gates and hit the text field running, I find my muse already away.

What little boils in the tank will plant the flag. This can stand as the time stamped tag on the wall from my walk down memory lane.

Cheers!