seo
keyword research
no focus
no *ai*
i hear rain
check my phone
for the next hour
changes
forward and backward in time
constant velocity
maintained for a week
lunar approach
no landing
houston we have a problem
the beatles
destroyed us all
two still holding corporal form
the barefooted
and rhythmic
i should go taste the rain
december
nostalgia is everything
you think it is
connections interstellar
the planet of heaven
is infinite lightyears away in space
but in time
here
no limits
nana is listening
responding
still holding my hand
in rain sleet or snow
no footprints
or sighs
she has no need for them anymore
“i don’t know”
she mantra-d to herself
“yes you do”
i answer

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