Hey, so I did write on Saturday night after my haircut - the late night iced mocha was a terrible idea (free, and tasty, but terrible!), but once I settled down after midnight, I was able to add ~1000 words to a story. I might finish something new yet!
Today's poem:
Miniature Bridges, Your Mouthwhat we do in the dark has no hands. no
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