Challenge
Write something, anything, but type quick. Don't go back to edit, don't use the backbar, and if you stop typing for three seconds, you're done
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maps only tell you what the world looks like to birds
the underside of my pride is drifting somewhere past the waves towards starlight and I'm breathing in the gusts of wind the backbreaking bend of green wooden ships and rolling pins making blackberry pie out of midnight sweetened by kisses stolen between strawberries smooth like honey and cinnamon