Day 1693, a lot. Day's pictures, Poetry Sometimes I wish I had just one knob I could turn to silence ~ but I see a thousand ~ no labels to read ~ I try to adjust with this my internal music and rhythm ~ in vain sometimes by luckShare this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related