Tag: True self
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One Tiny Sock
I woke up with a surge of sadness. Three days of chaotic joy. Running Singing Rapture at the moon. Puddles Dirt Wonder in the mundane. Tears Laugther Each moment a gift. Carefully wrapped in a precious memory.
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The Edge of the Bell Curve
AI seems to be on everyone’s mind. It is certainly on mine. Read my short essay/rant about how I really feel about the new kid on the block.
