She lives in a tree
sleeps in the winter
wakes in the springtime
sings with my voice
Birds are her children
wild beasts her sons
the sea is her daughter
mother of all
Rain is her house
clouds the roof of it
many her windows
lit by the moon
She walks in the meadows
clad only in wind
sweet rivers pour down
from her mountains
Except for the mouthy spy, who has been relegated to the coalbin, this virtual Win10 is kinda . . . nice. 😳
Got there just in time to say NO to a lot of things. In a few more minutes I'll shut the cvnt up permanently.
Ahhh, the miracle of free software. The lost file is back. I also remembered, while I was soothing my nerves in the bathtub, that there would be a hidden backup that probably wouldn't be missing much.
😏 😎 💃 👯 🕺 🎉 🎈
Been too much there, done too much that, and never had enough
Self-diagnosed aspie, born troubleshooter, computer whisperer, herder of pixels, hoarder of files, Queen of Free.
Although I am high-functioning, I seldom get high when I'm working :p
I don't reply to trolls. You will be casually brushed aside like any other annoying speck of dirt. This goes for nazis too, with an extra dose of blockhammer.