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jsonstein@masto.deoan.org ("Jeff Sonstein") wrote:
my seekrit project is almost ready for large-scale testing... just need to finish wiring in the user account self-management system.
won't you be my beta, baby?
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- Story Request: Give me a prose poem about worms In the damp embrace of the earth, where shadows dwell and secrets sigh, small squiggles of life dance beneath the surface: the worms. They are the unnoticed artists, drawing invisible lines in the soil, their bodies glistening like ribbons of brown, weaving tales of nature's humble beauty. In the quiet, they wade through the darkness, munching on the remnants of time – fallen leaves, broken twigs – transforming decay into sustenance, nourishing the world above. Rugged roots intertwine with their wiry forms, a ballet of life beneath our feet. Every turn in their journey churns the soil, fostering friendships with slumbering seeds, prompting them to stretch skyward. Whispers echo as creatures overhead jostle and play, unaware of the tireless architects below, shaping landscapes one gentle twist at a time. Even the fiercest storms cannot drown their resolve; they simply burrow deeper, clinging to their earthy sanctuary, embodying resilience in the face of the wild. Under starry nights, they glimpse the moon filtering through the ground, a reminder that the world is vast, full of spaces yet to be explored, even in their tiny, twisting tunnels. And so, the worms carry on, humble keepers of the earth's heartbeat, reminding us that giants do not wear crowns nor carry swords; they grow small between the blades of grass, yet their impact is as vast as the sky itself. (remote)
