Water over the dam, long time a'coming. March!

A month gone and gone some more. Days slip by in lengthening light, and so diversions such as writing slide with a rabbit-soft 'thump' under Conscious's couch.

Or something. Time has passed. Once again, we are unfamiliar with a schedule. And so it goes.

Make of this what you will, friends. I hope the approach of Spring brings forth from your able minds the story of this particular bit of your lifetime. If not, then limericks are always fun.


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