once in a while a thread (post) comes
as mothers’ milk to the wayward pagan
nomad infant child mind just seconds be-
fore th parch sets nto concrete what might
have been a newer-days-dawnings in pen
& ink liquid figure eight by eight trade
wind gusting 20 knots by the leeward
bellow on a no by norwest heading
been trying to build something
needed this peace; thanks,
blockdog, I needed that.
all drivel aside, just know this video came as a gem to us here.
