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Nov 2018
A touching, a feel felt, good.
Kind good. Help good.

Those sorts of touches
Are too costly for any but the most

Attention-to payingest among us.

Old people who paid a we-bit, a longtime,
Think about such things
With interest
Intent on

Squeezing the life out every sunset.
Feeling the first pixel from
The first seen star
Seen tonight

Smack into the back of your brain, and
Trigger an avalanche
Of yes, todays.
Feels good,
Feeling kinda touched,

Not alone, you know.
I treasure sunsets and acoustic intrumental AI choices on Spot-ify.
Ification is my hobby, realizing ifs that once were mere wishes. I have all the books and music and time in the whole world, or so much that what I lack is not worth seeking till I finish watching all the TED talks that interest me.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  70/M/Pine Valley CA
(70/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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