Everybody's racing to the cloud. Putting their thoughts and treasured writing into the boundless storage. Yesterday I sat on the picnic table bench in the orchard. A bright sky began to fill with puffy cumulus clouds. Families of the white cotton balls moved above me. Never once did I think of them as boundless storage for my app or computing.
I may be left behind with my flip phone and slow moving definitions. You?
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