
And there was a big gust of wind from the clear blue sky, and it blew leaves and all manner of things toward me; and later I learned that at that moment she was gone.
A tun of flotsam and jetsam caught in the stream of consciousness by my neural net.
And there was a big gust of wind from the clear blue sky, and it blew leaves and all manner of things toward me; and later I learned that at that moment she was gone.
Deadlines help. I saw this here, and maybe if I post it, I will will myself to post something someplace on this subject by Friday; and maybe you will too. Or not.