the FRED BLOGGS blog
...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
Emanate, like a foghorn on a misty morning, seems to pull me into its embrace, whispering secrets of the universe. It’s the kind of word that dances off the tongue, making me feel like a poet trapped in a stand-up routine. When I think of things that emanate, I can’t help but picture my grandmother's apple pie wafting through the air, promising warmth and comfort in every slice.
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