Tweets for Posterity 266.

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Though the internet knows no bounds, borders still remain. So sad for the many, who’ll only follow those who dwell in their domain.

What business of anyone save friends, are any of these questions, Race, Religion, and Gender?

My truths are in everything I say, even my most trivial wordplay.

The boundary on the land as nothing, when compare to the boundaries about a closed heart.

If the skin has never broken, what is there to mend.

A heart that’s never shattered, can’t hope to truly feel.

A soul that’s never sorrowed, is not a soul, at all.

Though the riverbed remains, its waters do not, in all things, is change.

Let me be the thousandth to tell you that working in 90+ 100% humidity weather is no fun at all…

One of my Tweeters is completely different to all the rest, can you guess… yes, that unique who is you.