Friday, September 13, 2019

Tinny Radio



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Adjust the dial.  The signal is weak, but it's present.  Eventually, the voice comes through and, with it, the meaning beneath the words.  Silences shared between transmissions.  Smiles felt from an immeasurable distance.  Neither knows the other is real, but they trust the feeling.  One's stomach aches from imagination unfulfilled.  The other's lungs burns from cigarettes long ago abandoned… read more @ Panoramic Mindscapes

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