I made an anagram of:
Maybe the real treasure was the friends we made along the way
And the result is:
He dreamed betrayal, seawater rust, gay town - heal me, eh?
@viciousviscosity at its best this place is a huge amalgamation of folk being inadvertent muses for each other and I think that's beautiful
the mastodon instance at cybre.space is retired
see the end-of-life plan for details: https://cybre.space/~chr/cybre-space-eol