It's Open Link Night (#370) at dVerse Poets Pub. This (reworked) piece is all I've got.  Sorry. ---------[||]--------- Ad Listat BacaranI dreamed myself small enough to fit intothree lines on a single page, holding a microscope,tryin… Read on blog or Reader Scrambled, Not Fried Read on blog or Reader Ad Listat Bacaran By Ron. on September 26, 2024 It's Open Link Night (#370) at dVerse Poets Pub. This (reworked) piece is all I've got.  Sorry. ---------[||]--------- Ad Listat Bacaran I dreamed myself small enough to fit into three lines on a single page, holding a microscope, trying to make out the finer print. Ad Listat Bacaran, I think it said; or at least that's what came to mind when I woke up, knowing I'd have to write it down. Some things just can't be saved. Some things, smaller than the smallest of smalls, we just have to let slip away. There comes a time, almost every day. Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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