POEM: Last Transmission Posted on February 9, 2021 by B Gourley When the last voice over the airwaves goes silent — despite there being no one to listen — I’d like to believe the silence will be felt in the universe. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc.PrintWhatsAppMoreShare on TumblrTweetEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
Like a nasty thorn that has finally worked its way loose. Ah, the relief! Even without that aspect of it, I’m sure it will. LikeLike Reply ↓
Like a nasty thorn that has finally worked its way loose. Ah, the relief! Even without that aspect of it, I’m sure it will.
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