I hear the sound of my fingers striking the keyboard as they tap out this message. The dance around in a rhythm to formulate their own little disco in my lap. The humm of my other computer has become a reassuring source, it is similar to listening to a baby sleep. As long as there is that distant hum - all is well. An occassional car drives down the street reminding me I am not alone.
Susan goldfile@yahoo.com USA
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