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Here, dear child and beloved, on my thigh lay thine head and pay heed, for that is all the worship that I can offer thee.
If only words could give us solace, if only pixels suffice, if only this virtual embrace could soothe the darkest of night, when all hope on earth is left only in our gadget’s interface…
Then here, in blogs and bibles and more, take me to comfort and adore thee. For I am just as cold and lonesome as the anchor in the deep.