What goes around, turns on again, eventually

by Nellie Curtiss … I opened up the MacBook and my heart sank as it did not wake up. I touched the space bar, the “a, b, c” keys. No response. The screen remained as dark as the original Tabula Rasa belonging to the mythic teacher in the sky. All my psyche could do wasContinue reading What goes around, turns on again, eventually