My MacBook Air is cold, literally. It’s a clue I discovered years ago. It is not my friend. It is my slave. It is designed to enslave me but because of my upbringing in the outdoors, it never achieved its potential. This is a good thing. I have no need to spend my time getting to know it intimately. My intimacy time is reserved for but a few; God, Christ, my lover, children, family, people, and a few dogs. The clue? None of these are cold.
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| Warm things. Singing Christmas carols while collecting for Salvation Army. |
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