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my toast tastes just like
june, when we picked berries for
winter’s sweet reward
About the Creator
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
This one makes me happy- I just had some of my mom’s homemade jam yesterday. :)
Nice, who doesn’t like jam and toast on a cold day?
Love!