My main home computer went down last week. It hadn't been set up for productive stuff — I was mostly using it to play games and screw around.
I was writing a few blog posts at home and then taking them via sneakernet to somewhere with a better network connection. This past week I took out an old composition book, but I keep on forgetting to bring it with me anywhere. From what I last wrote, all I remember is:
Waves' constant crashing
Burnt sand or salt water drenched?
Even gulls wet their feet
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