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Trying Again

 Good morning.

Sometime in 2021 I first met Blogger.

We were lost to each other with the shifting sands of time. Two lovers whose ships passed in the night.

Today we met again, and with this meeting my FIRST BLOG POST EVER!

Like sex, I expected fireworks and candy kisses the first time.

Like sex, I am left with the distinct feeling of "is that all?"

Of course I'm going to brag about this.

(With a forever promise that the blogging will get better.) 


Hopefully soon I will figure out how to link this with Facebook and Bluesky.


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