This is where we all start,

Always by the virtual pavement,

Each one of us crafting our art,

Yet to the masses, we remain irrelevant.

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Too busy navigating through the busy search engine traffic,

Ignoring the buzz of binary street-side music,

Missing out on wonderful tales, practical and poetic,

Overlooking a small community that has the Shangri-La magic.

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But none of these seem to matter,

In the face of a less certain future,

Even if Triond doesn’t last forever,

At least for now, we have each other.