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𝗜 𝗔𝗺 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗦𝘂𝗻
I am the autumnal sun,
With autumn gales my race is run;
When will the hazel put forth its flowers,
Or the grape ripen under my bowers?
Chris Carter
@wanderinchild.bsky.social
87 followers 45 following 350 posts
Reborn amidst smoke and salt. An observer, and occasional participant, in the cross-pollination of thoughts and words that is Bluesky. Still (at)wanderinchild on Twitter and Instagram.
![A tweet posted May 26, 2026 by Twitter user @KyleTrainEmoji, with the following text:
PICARD: Data, shields up
DATA: Brilliant! Shields can reduce damage we sustain. Not immunity. Not hubris. Just prudence. It's not precaution—it's strategy.
[camera shakes]
WORF: HULL BREACHES ON NINE DECKS
DATA: Here's what happened: you told me to raise shields, and I didn't](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:5yyhyimdoqgsrgw4ih4oc4ix/bafkreihfsdfwdvrp2nzghac4k7qfzi2blwnnnnyvgnccyhvk3xiaiwipxu)
