Nearly 75

Nearly 75 entries today, then.

Jotted through moods and moons, times good and bad.

Mostly for myself, a shellfish.

To get the words to work, but really, to get them outta the way.

To do one thing at a time.

To peer at whitespace.

What are you after? they ask.

I don't yet know, I say, but we may well find out on the way.

And continue under all circumstances, we must!