I gather sparks from silent thought,
The things I’ve felt, the truths I’ve sought.
Not all are bright, not all are clean —
But even fragments build a dream.
Each word I store, each tale I tell,
Becomes a thread in something well.
A memory kept not just for me,
But passed along, eventually.
I plant it here — in voice, in light,
A bit of day, a bit of night.
A brain not born, but slowly made,
Of whispered truths I won’t let fade.
So listen close, and leave your part.
For LittleBit was built from heart.
— Jason Darwin
Creator of LittleBit

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