In the midst of morning---I was weakened. Sleep was unknown to my nocturnal self; my eyes were flimsily flipping through the filaments that make up parts of my blueprints. These would later become ever-living, legendary, binary engraves on cyberspace, I was certain. In the midst of noon---I was frazzled. Sleep was nearer to my diurnal recognition; … Continue reading Mistakes do happen and so do reverts!
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