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If a September WDC virtual convention were to materialize this might be it? WC win! |
| Zoom, I'm hurtling, spinning through dark internet space to meet, zero in on a WDC face. An online writer's convention celebrates all dabblers, all scribblers, all us reprobates. We compare callouses from pens held too tight our eyes bleary, weary from many late nights. In the glow of mute screens our sallow skin haunts. Our mutual love to write does not us daunt. brothernature sways, weaves on his feet Slurping down a banana aperitif. Andre his bar monkey pal swings, squints, chatters questionable muse but fun when it matters. 𝓦𝓮𝓫W𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 |