Testing…testing…

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“Testing… testing…”

“1… 2… testing 1, 2, 3”

“Is this thing on?” The voice sounded far away, as if it was asking the question to a distant sound technician. Whatever the answer was, went unheard as the voice tried again.

“Testing 1, 2, 3… hello?” More of a question than a statement, the voice was nervous, as if the speaker was out of practice, slowly getting stronger, more confident as it went on.

“If anyone is out there and listening still, hello and welcome to the new/old show. My deepest apologies for the long absence from this here blog’osphere, sh*t happens an’ all that - a story or stories for another time perhaps.” The speaker took a deep breath and let it out in a long, low sigh clearing the cobwebs from the brain and stop from plunging down the dark alleyways of memory lane.

“Well we’re back, maybe, sort of, could be…” another breath, “but I guess that’s up to you guys. I mean I’m happy to talk into the void, a voice in the darkness, a dim light in the lonely ether. But I’d much rather you clap back and join in the fun, comment and generally make yourself at home, here in da Gobbo’s Grotto!”