Sunday, March 10, 2019

Saying it with dots and dashes

.. .-.. -- ...- . .-- ---..- -Another project? <silence> -Pretty card though. Ed placed it on the mantel. Roz sighed. These days he didn’t get her in plain English; there was no way he’d painstakingly decode Morse’s and dashes. Could? Yes. Would? No.
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