It gazes around a world it has admired from afar beyond the bulrushes; one eye looks forward, one swivels back giving its dark and white-noise-ridden birthplace one last look before the eye whirls back to join the other. Having taken a succession of breaths in this new habitat without suffocating the post utters an approving squeaky croak and trundles forward, driven by instinct into the foliage.
The only thing you might wish to know about me for now is that I have been writing the odd longer entry on the go-to platform of Facebook for a little while, but this avenue I think can properly accommodate the occasionally lengthy accounts that exit my mind like a freight train.
As any demi-writer might add to finish, I hope you enjoy the entries I have lining up. But I'll probably just end up talking about toasters.....
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