Saturday, July 17, 2021



nowhere to hide  

beeps dings pings follow  

forgive me  

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Haiku is opening more doors to me. 

I now go outdoors so I can feel the pull of the light and the whisper of the haiku. 

hmmn I think I need to make that into a haiku (later.)  

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