I'm in that weird expectant place where I'm just about to write something. You know?
Maybe a grant proposal or maybe a story. I feel very quiet and completely restless at the same time, and I'm just staying here, by the keyboard, and waiting to see what will come up.
(Although I'm trying to lean towards the proposal as I've promised to have at least two done by tomorrow.)
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Look in the tin, my favorite wench,
and you will find the reason to celebrate with this buccaneer.
Leave a bit of fine linen hanging high where its red will signal your immediate surrender. Or black, to signal a later
RendeZvous.
RoughBeard
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