Writing
The intricate whirring of
Ancient hard disk drives
Speaking a language
I don’t understand
Is taking my data
And making it safer
By backing it up
With a simple command
I say that it’s simple
But what do I know of
The magic of code
Some invoked long ago
For that I am grateful
For I’m but a servant
Who tends to the story
That I’m yet to know
Thoughts
It has been a day of writing, some of which I hope to share in the future or in the past.
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