🎓 Doc Freemo 🇳🇱 @freemo@qoto.org

@stux Good morning dear friend, hope you are well.

@SpaceLifeForm

Thank you. Every time I read it I flip and either love it or hate it.

@darth

Fedipage might want to implement this feature. I'll check it out, thanks.

@IceCubesApp

Man my spotify feed is on point today! Fuck yea!

@Gina depends really what you want out of it.

If you want something really well built, looks super cool, top notch tech, and compact I'd highly recommend the Dockcase, there are several models.

@yukiame

While there are plenty of valid concerns with children taking hormone replacement honestly, this doesnt land. If there is any group of people who let hteir child make their own decisions rather than forcing it on them it is probably most liberal parents.

An extreme conservative will likely disown and beat their child for being gay. Ont he other hand a liberal gay couple would likely be completely accepting of a straight adopted child.

In lands of the dawn where the first light is spun,
There stands a garden where dreams have begun.
Its blossoms, they whisper imbued soft and bright,
As petals reflect both the day and the night.

To enter this realm, leave your burdens behind,
And let your heart soar where the stardust is kind.
A pathway of silver through shadows does lead,
To where time stands still, where wishes are freed.

An archway of vines holds the gate made of stone,
And through it, the winds will carry your own.
The air there is thick with the scent of the earth,
Where love blooms eternal, reborn in its mirth.

Above in the sky, the constellations dance,
Each star a soft echo of fate’s fleeting chance.
Yet hidden from sight is the crescent moon’s glow,
For only the dreamers its secret will know.

A fountain stands tall with its crystal clear stream,
It flows with the light from the heart of a dream.
The water, once still, now shimmers in waves,
And transforms to gold for the soul that is brave.

The fruit of this garden is shared without plea,
Each bite a reminder of life’s mystery.
The wine flows as freely as rivers in spring,
And joy fills the air like the song that they sing.

The dust of the stars fills each chalice with light,
And dragons still guard every blossom in sight.
For who would dare pluck from a dragon’s own tree,
When the heart's true desire lies wild and free?

The glow of the sun, through leaves thickly spread,
Turns moments to gems in their soft ruby red.
Each breath in this place is unwritten, unplanned,
And truth flows like rivers that carve out the land.

In this sacred space, you’ll find there are two—
The sun and the moon, bound in celestial hue.
The gods of the morning and night reunite,
To weave us in stories, in threads of pure light.

So come to this garden, where light and dark play,
Where wishes take flight at the close of the day.
Embrace the sun’s warmth, and let shadows be cast,
For here in this haven, forever will last.

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An attempted remix of one of my old poems... Thoughts? I think I like my old one better (link to the original for reference):

https://jeffreyfreeman.me/blog/the-mages-tavern/

#Poem #Poetry #Writing #English

I have searched for you in the stillness
of winds that speak without voices,
in the heavy night where shadows weave
a tapestry of forgotten dreams.

Your hands, like rivers carved from light,
slip through my longing, through this fog of distance,
and though I cannot touch you,
I feel the pulse of your absence in my bones.
How quiet the world becomes when your touch is missing,
how the earth stands still, waiting for the sound
of your laughter to return like rain
to the desert.

The stars speak of you in their language of glimmer,
and every leaf, every quiet tremor of the earth
whispers your name as though it were
the only word that existed.

I want to hold you as the moon holds the sea,
as roots grip the soil in their secret embrace,
to taste the silence between your breaths
and let the spaces where you are not
be filled with the aching music of love.

What is this life, if not the endless pursuit
of the tender mystery you carry in your heart?
In the quiet hours when the sky blushes
with the first touch of dawn,
I will wait for you in the hollows of the wind,
in the spaces where only we exist—
silent, eternal, whole.

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Just a draft, not sure I even like it....

#Poem #Poetry #Writing #English

@falken

Not to worry, I just doubled our DB instance (memory, cpu and IOPS all doubled) so erverything will be super slow for a bit while it updated (no downtime).. hopefully on the other thing everything will be fast again. If not ill debug further.

@QOTO

@lowqualityfacts

I cant login right now, ill have to go from my phone. I'd be happy to follow you shortly as long as you dont advertise selling anything (no offense).

@jerry

I'm hiring, if you find those 9 people send them my way :)

@freeschool Just to update you the 503 should be fixed now.

Random picture for the purpose of testing the upgrade....

#Alien #Aliens #Hippo #Hippopotamus

For those curious our migration to a bigger redis just finished, so any momentary sluggishness from that should now also be fixed.

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