A Brief Window

I am a free soul weighted by a heavy mind. I stare into the rolling fog with wise eyes that see nothing save murk. There is a horizon in the distance, but I sense for now I shall have to find a means to survive this ocean perturbed by forces unknown with motives uncertain.

My facial hair has grown to new and uncharted extremes, soon the time will come for a cull of all things fiber not withstanding that which delivers the byte that drives me.

I wish everyone peace and good cheer


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