I love that this post starts the blog. A window. A pie. A name. Like a hush falling over the internet, a warm slow wind passing just over all the monitors, smelling faintly like apples.
oh! my father used to do that to strangers' children in the candybar aisle of the sheetz gas station. perhaps you caught whiff of those rotten apples as well. it provided him with many laughs.
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I love that this post starts the blog. A window. A pie. A name. Like a hush falling over the internet, a warm slow wind passing just over all the monitors, smelling faintly like apples.
That's how you start a blog!!
my father used to pass warm slow winds over me. but they did not smell even faintly like apples.
oh! my father used to do that to strangers' children in the candybar aisle of the sheetz gas station. perhaps you caught whiff of those rotten apples as well.
it provided him with many laughs.
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