My readers energize me with their odd eloquence / by sylvia kronstadt
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What are you searching for? My readers' inadvertent poetry
Maybe I should just lie back and let my readers write my blog. I have been noticing for quite some time that the search terms they use constitute an intriguing, baffling, elegant, twisted poetry. Who are these people? What are they really searching for? Something both profound and mundane, I imagine. I do find it delightful.
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