In underground caves
rust devours the golden age
of analogue dreams.
Ryan Stone
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“Analog dreams”…like that phrase Ryan…dreams too are digital now I guess!
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HD with surround sound 🙂 Thanks!
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I think I am your big fan now. Does 5-7-5 mean anything special here? 🙂
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Thanks, Heather 🙂
5-7-5 is the syllable count by lines. It could also be called haiku but the rules for those are fairly strict, so I stick to 575.
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Love this.
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Thanks! I’ve really been enjoying your disjointed tales-they’re magic.
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I keep thinking about my father on the roof, adjusting the antena so that we could see one of the two channels we had a little clearer 🙂
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The world seemed so much more simple back then 🙂 Thank you for reading.
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Yes it was…I long for it sometimes but I love in a place that still moves to the hum of the ocean, slowly…:) You are welcome 🙂
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