Clickety clackety keys on my keyboard chatter merrily away. Firing expressive word-rockets off into the ethers like little silver launching pads; I know not where they land. Some will be deleted, shuttled off into the word-void underworld when no longer interesting. Others will remain inside search engine temples patiently awaiting discovery until the end of time. With reverence I scrape a crumb from the “B.”
A small stone in River of Stones entry.