Maybe the shores drifted with sudden urgency
collecting the papers and tossing them aside. Lost the sea cried.
I should have used a bottle and neatly rolled the
papers inside and sealed it with a cork.
Ah, but computers can err ,
often retaining futile...
The story was washed away....
oh, woeful frustration.
Revising an earlier piece and
dramatically producing a brillant
an amusing account. This is in
memory of those spontaneous words that
once flowed and i felt astonishingly touched at my
own work. I am not being boastful but...