i found a small piece of white paper on my car windshield one day.
it’s been sitting on my office shelf for months. i kept it for some reason; throwing it away out of hand just didn’t seem right. now i’m cleaning and can’t bring myself to cast it into the great recycling beyond without sending its echo across the digital ether.
maybe it’s nothing. maybe it’s profound. i suppose it could be either. or both.
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