The words are stuck.
A few actions will unstick them: driving, walking, or stitching. Somehow the last one seems out of place, but it's the only practical thing at the moment.
Until I get my back issues sorted out, driving or walking for any duration or distance, are not options. But I think I just challenged myself there.
In the meantime, there's a basket of talent waiting to be discovered. Glyphs are planned. Alien poetry waiting in the wings.
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Waiting in the WINGS
ugh, back issues ... no words for that
but glyphs ... such promise there
big back problems here, both of us. haven't taken a stitch
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