I found some of the files I thought had vapourized when our computer crashed! Yay! I haven’t retrieved everything, but this is better than nothing. In honour of this great event, I’ll post this poem that I found among my writings…


She is bubble

fragile and transparent

riding on the edge of a dangerous wind

some winds come softly

lofting her gently

to the heights

some winds come cruelly

crashing her blindly

against the cliff

She is bubble

iridescent and brilliant

riding on the edge of a dangerous wind

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