Don ReardenApr 15, 20171 min readSpring Tears hearts melt, breaktears puddle, poolinnocence, a snowdriftgone, in a flash cry not, for snowwinter returns, soon enoughthe sidewalk, will dryuntil tears rain, again again, and again
hearts melt, breaktears puddle, poolinnocence, a snowdriftgone, in a flash cry not, for snowwinter returns, soon enoughthe sidewalk, will dryuntil tears rain, again again, and again
The Dead AI version of Me: A Living Author's Exploration of Artificial Intelligence and a Dead Version of Himself [Part 1 of a 3 Part Series, Written by the Real, and Not-Dead-Yet Don Rearden]
So Long, Aprilthen in came the winds screaming down the mountain the giant hemlock shaking angry as us all that the end of April feels like the end of...