So you’re chasing a whisper, a thunderclap, a line you swore lived here once?
maybe it wore lace. Maybe it burned like tea left too long steeping.
Either way, the archives have memory.
Type a word.
Stir the pot.
See what floats to the surface.
So you’re chasing a whisper, a thunderclap, a line you swore lived here once?
maybe it wore lace. Maybe it burned like tea left too long steeping.
Either way, the archives have memory.
Type a word.
Stir the pot.
See what floats to the surface.
Inkblots & Teapots 