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This morning was like any other—wake up late, shower, get stuck in traffic—but with a twist. As soon as I hit traffic, which was really bad even by I-85-in-midtown-Atlanta standards, my smart watch started to buzz every few seconds. Trio's servers are unreachable according to our monitoring service. It's going to be one of those mornings.

There are a good number of blog posts out there helping people migrate their sites to Orchard, but few, it seems, heading in the other direction.

This is such a fantastically beautiful sound.

The fifteenth of 155 poems about the Beltline by Lee Butler.

The thirteenth of 155 poems about the Beltline by Lee Butler.