I came to write...

And when I do that, I start with reading.

My friends places here.  Little glimpses into their hearts.

And I saw one, in the reader, that I was eager to read.

And alas it is gone.

Along with a lot of other traces.  A lot of other little glimpses.

Vanished.

Hidden from me.

And though it may make me worry, I can only hope that everything is ok.

Short post for now.

Longer, real writing to  come.

File under Virtue.  Because I'm here.  And that is what matters.