there are letters I know,
jumbled up in a language unfamiliar.
wading through pages of stylesheets,
picking up a line or two I recognize,
like driftwood in a tsunami
from a house I used to know.
I just have to wade a little farther
every day
pick up a few more sticks
every day
and hope that someday soon
I can build back that house
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Coding (#16/30)
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