While You Were Away

I went away. But I couldn't stay away. I still sat here at my dear computer and typed almost everyday.


But I should add that I wuz in self-imposed exile throughout that time, and therefore had little grasp on the concept of public reception to these writings. Meaning; they're a little raw.

And nothing indicates that I am out of said self-imposed exile, so ... remain wary.

Missing November. days and nights

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