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Stumble Forward

Persephone rejoices, I sure would, to get out of that place. Like an ocean baby surrounded by land, set me free. Peace out! Cappuccino soon and gazing at the sun though some clouds want to get in its way but none of this is planned.

How many ways can I write about falling back or springing forward? That man-made construct time will tell. Will it? Does time talk, it ticks or whatever sounds clocks make depending on manufacturers. I’m thinking Clox, the next best thing, all because of a typo.

Time for cappuccino and watching the light. This is the way it should be.