This is a story about a binky.
A Binky – the primal, tender item upon which you doted and relied upon for comfort and strength as a child. We all had them. I’m guessing that we retain or develop new juvenile talismans that help us through the stresses of current lives…
This is my newly discovered audio binky. The older I get the more paranoid I get about sound sound recordings. What did you say? I couldn’t hear you. Does this sound right to you?
A simple solution.
Maybe you have already thought of it.
Maybe you don’t need it.
But, it’s my binky and I’m not giving it up!!
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