Continue beginning.

My first post, my first website. I hope it gets more interesting, this I hear you say... and you are right. In this day and age of selfies which have a life of their own, what do I hope to achieve? If no one listens to me in the world, why would thay start here and or now? To what do we owe the pleasure of this type pollution?

It is a witness to the flight of the bumblebee, the hawk and the currawong; the well being of a paintbrush as if it might ward off the night terrors that engulf the self and the other.

In time it should be peopled with fantasy and with imagery, but here in the setting up, I am afraid it is just the typing of the sound

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and hanging in the rush of air... an answer of sorts.... some feedback.