But yes, they're always quite buggy and still being adjusted with
feedback, which I could always use
more of
Under the dotted, pale, night sky in the shadows of a full moon, a divination had borne upon the mind a prophecy; nay, a certainty. Mother nature herself echoes the revelation. Willing ears that listen to the gentle, nightly winds may still ascertain the former edict. Thusly, as the breeze dives across the jagged ground and vast fields of strand and fiber, so it whispers the inevitable:
Now is spring, then will be summer
Come autumn comes Autumn
full cream pie, no bummer.