On Flirting.
A year ago today I thought it was pretty cool that there was a network of federated social nodes with almost 20,000 users.
Now I think it's pretty cool that there is a high likelihood there will be two million users this year.
It's all because of you.

A stone sleeps a long time. Under butternut shade her toes work the cobble streambed, and one of us says, A stone sleeps a long time.
Before I knew her house I believed in all its lonely hours.
Stones everywhere. Riverclean, their stories polished. Dozens, maybe hundreds. On window sills and side tables, mantles and corners. Cairns in a chapel.
But walls like Shakers. A house that wants no history.