He posted annually, thanking his friends for their existance and remembrance. For the times they had shared in the past. How it was good to see everyone growing up, somehow, on the internet. And then he wished them all Good Game. For that is the foremost internet well wishing.
he departed again after a story of sorts.
Begining with a brick of lines, houses and lights what were his wonts.
Telling of flowering springtime,
and the icy chill of it.
Weird construction all around, progress for some.
But with a place set aside for relaxation.
And a tower for ailing.
Yes it was a place of colour and glee, he had taken you too.
And he would say the journey was swift and centered.
Altough skewed like a muddy reflection.
If you wished, you would have many means of escape. Like the new fangled glory of spaceship.
Or your trusty old bike.
But even the pavement seemed to glow in your presence.
And your host smiled.
For you wouldn't leave, not with this cultural elephant.
So you stayed a while, and listened.
You sat a while and smiled.
Through hours, years of lonesome travel
you had found yourself a home.
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And though it has nothing to do with anything, it was
All for the memory of a girl.
-Fin-
