Chain me with iron; put me in fetters.
It makes no difference to me.
For I am a willing slave by design,
Happy to serve with these chains of mine.
For this chain is made of the purest gold,
And nothing can break it—
Or so I’ve been told.
The more I write, the more the fear of my computer crashing grips me. So, to keep my beloved poems, stories, and a working copy of my novel safe, I have formed this blog. Note: not designed for easy reading, just for archival purposes.
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