bobdubbloon

An inky Wave of Sums

12:09:47 24 Sep, 2024

The End is the Beginning. Our true game has not commenced. What could we play in 20 years, When every more has many times been tested, and the memories of countless days have coalesced into the bricks that build the lives that we have made Because we stopped and stayed. Melded together with concrete moves The rhythms of our lives. Found somehow, despite all odds, a common ground, a gentle place to grow a deeper understanding, a loyalty, an oath, a knowledge or a bond, the type of thing that only happens when you sit a while and rest beneath a silent tree, [NBI to C3] And with ale or mead or spirit, you wish upon a silent star and feel an Ember stir. As time goes on and we draw near, Our final move will be most clear.