In Alaska, the snow is unblemished white steel hugging the land like skin.
Some people call this emptiness “nothing.”
I call it a road. I want to mush.
Cables of time connect moments until a journey rises.
A moment is a task: an imperative to act. You must move, or you are not.
List them before you forget.
- Creating a function to generate the index value of an item on an array
- Making keyPress work for you
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