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  1. #141
    now,
    readied for cloaked
    pre-dawn departure,
    48 hours of supplies
    made portable -
    including one crazy scrapbook
    of weatherized documents
    and
    a separate cache map
    for reference as needed -
    bold boots stand sentry
    at door. now.

    *kwik be well*
    *will have info*
    *when return is-new-now*
    *all stickered*

    " I like it, but I don’t get it." - Megan WF April LM Challenge

    "Hereby copyright for all things Xonian and Xxildurim is transferred to one named -xXx-" - Mish The Question Game 2458

    "...intrusively poetic, robotic way of articulating thought." - Sycamore LM coffee shop 347

    i wrote this:
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    *flash*
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  2. #142
    Now when the sky stands blue and empty of a sun gone down and a moon not yet risen, the warmth of day rushes into space. I know the night will freeze. But now radiant heat from the fierce fire warms my face.
    A new story

    I finally got 'A Family Business' recorded and loaded, all 37 mins of it, much longer than any I have done before.
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  3. #143
    now
    slow shuffle
    and
    feather ruffle
    miss
    a whistling game
    that is home
    for two. now.
    *yup*
    *the african parrot talks*
    *pops is in hospital, at the moment*
    *but working hard to return soon*

    " I like it, but I don’t get it." - Megan WF April LM Challenge

    "Hereby copyright for all things Xonian and Xxildurim is transferred to one named -xXx-" - Mish The Question Game 2458

    "...intrusively poetic, robotic way of articulating thought." - Sycamore LM coffee shop 347

    i wrote this:
    Hidden Content
    Hidden Content

    Hidden Content
    (share it with someone you treasure)
    *flash*
    Hidden Content

  4. #144
    Now the water gushes under the door, nothing to do but get soaked unless I can undo my duct-tape shackles.

  5. #145
    Now the brown of dead grass appears as the color of life.
    Hidden Content at SPANK the CARP Fiction and Poetry

  6. #146
    And now my own rear driver's-side wheel just passed me on the freeway, exceeding my current speed of 75 mph with ease.
    What comes after the NaPo storm of poetry?
    Get ready for the
    May 2021 Collaborator Challenge.

    Send your potential partner a fruit basket and start begging!

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