I have written about 30 entries for this blog already, and I eek then out at pretty random intervals, with the occasional YouTube video that catches my fancy thrown-in. But I may or may not have lost the thumb drive that the blog is saved on. So, yeah.
Until I find it (I'll find it, right?), I'll just leave you with this exclusive poem just for the readers of The Sincerest Form of Flattery:
Snow day
These mornings I perch by the window
As hot coffee or tea warms my hands
And peer out below, at the blankets of snow
That quiet our daily demands
I find the pale vista so soothing
Like serenity cast from the sky, and
It makes me remember, our final September...
...The way that we were—you and I
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