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. Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email 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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