Wind shouldered the supermarket trolleys until their chain sang. A magpie hopped between oil-dark puddles, admiring and doubting itself. I found a receipt: milk, screws, raspberries. I liked how it read as a small plot. I put it back, unspoiled.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
Wind shouldered the supermarket trolleys until their chain sang. A magpie hopped between oil-dark puddles, admiring and doubting itself. I found a receipt: milk, screws, raspberries. I liked how it read as a small plot. I put it back, unspoiled.