Hello to this simoon. I slept eons and have been half-awake even longer. Stalks from plant scatterings litter the ground below scales and scaffoldings.
My eyes narrow. Harden.
What did you whisper? What don’t you remember?
Did you intend to forget? It simply sounds like something you’d do, darling.
Out of joint and harmonizing on some strange frequencies.
I remember the steps to the dance, though.
And a clear recollection of
Anticipating that beat
You always drop.
The recapitulation of skipping one step.
I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer.
With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills.
I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here.
Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.
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