Sometimes good connections, in space, are not enough.
‘Teliometric spindles so fresh and so pure! At each infant’s birth, so strong and so sure! Each cell that does so divide… Keeps silent count, by which it must always abide. Time moves on, and we all will surely see, each person’s gene’s expressed from both of thee. Then, as it happens, some grow of older age, with teliometric shredding their end times prophetic sage.’ DanO
I am just a simple man with a head full of sand who currently resides in a small town called Forsyth Missouri. I enjoy blogging and politics. I received my degree from SIU majoring in Biology in 1972 and still maintain a great interest in the study of all living things. My hobbies include meteorology and inhabiting cyberspace whenever possible.
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