tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62945192421546063042012-02-16T03:00:09.194-08:00Fallen Angeleishethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02714088359743610361noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294519242154606304.post-17570549068952295072011-08-30T12:51:00.000-07:002011-08-30T12:56:05.026-07:00helllo cheese sandwichThis media is marvelous. There was a time when something to write with and something to write upon was a precious commodity. Now words fall from the heavens or through the ether as fast as thought--sometimes as thoughtless.
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<br />I remember scritching in the sand and watching the tide erase what was there. But that's alright. I would have been taken for a witch for what I said, I am sure. In a land of marvels such as words through the ether, what I say can hardly have such import or consequence.
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