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Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me. May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.
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But you're telling such fine ones yourself, it seems a shame to interrupt...
Once upon a time, a large-eared canine creature with a sharpish snout and an over-smart mouth liked the candle poem on your other site. However, he did not post his compliments there, because he refuses as a matter of principle to abet MicroSquish's evil global monopoly any more than he has to. He will not sign up for a .NET Passport. He's a very stubborn coyote, and trusts that you will understand this odd quirk in his otherwise calm and equable temperament.
He wonders at your ability to pull together such an active and interesting community around yourself. This is a talent to be valued. I think, on the evidence, that you may have several of those. This is a story that has no end. I watch it with great interest.
Thank you, Coyote.
I should more appropriately write somethinglonger to thank you properly for telling me stories. Perhaps I will do that when I can find time to sit in my peaceful corner again...
For now, a simple thank you is all I have..
A simple thank you is everything that's needed.
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