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If I asked you to tell me a bit about yourself, chances are you'd say something like "I was born here, then went to school there ..." and so on and so forth.

That's how most stories go. They tell you about events in the order that they happened.

It's just in our nature to tell stories this way.

We want Padlet to be the best way to tell your stories at work, at school, or at home. So we created a dedicated Timeline format for you to make beautiful timelines. It's really quite magical.

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If I asked you to tell me a bit about yourself, chances are you'd say something like "I was born here, then went to school there ..." and so on and so forth.

That's how most stories go. They tell you about events in the order that they happened.

It's just in our nature to tell stories this way.

We want Padlet to be the best way to tell your stories at work, at school, or at home. So we created a dedicated Timeline format for you to make beautiful timelines. It's really quite magical.

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If I asked you to tell me a bit about yourself, chances are you'd say something like "I was born here, then went to school there ..." and so on and so forth.

That's how most stories go. They tell you about events in the order that they happened.

It's just in our nature to tell stories this way.

We want Padlet to be the best way to tell your stories at work, at school, or at home. So we created a dedicated Timeline format for you to make beautiful timelines. It's really quite magical.

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Stream is the unsung hero of Padlet layouts. You can use Stream to create all sorts of things, from a grocery list, to a mock social feed, to a how-to article, to a virtual tour, to a serialized story or a blog.

Unlike in Grid, you can move posts around in Stream. Previously, this was very difficult. Posts would slip around and run away and not land where you intended.

We've upgraded Stream in one major way:

1. Choice of where to add new posts. In the ⚙  menu, go to Layout and select Stream. Then scroll down to Posting. You'll see an option called "New post position." Choose Top or Bottom.

And several smaller ways:

1. Shrink posts as you reorder. As soon as we detect you're trying to sort your posts, we shrink the posts. This is helpful when you have a lot of posts or if you have any particularly long or large posts. It gives you a bird's eye view of all your content on a padlet.

2. Rotation so you know which post you've selected. We've added a bit of rotation to the post that's being rearranged. This gives the effect of "grabbing" onto that post.

3. Precise selection. When you select a post to move, we'll shrink it so that content will be clipped relative to where the mouse is. This will make the adjustment very smooth and visually less jarring.

4. Better movement on mobile. Stream is the default layout on Padlet mobile apps. Now you can reorder posts more smoothly from any device.

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Lifts on a curtain of air (157)

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Kiss my boot and learn the taste of French shit(629)

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A cigarette after coffee(342)

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i bet you better than that.
i bet you don’t do nothin.
I bet you somethin to eat (669)

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A swarm of frogs, swollen and hideous,
hundreds upon hundreds (408)

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Over the odorous pools
(271)

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The smell rubs into the blood. (375)

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In her mind Peach blossom... (393)

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She whispers to my loneliness in a whiskey-voice in my ear (337)

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In the semi-clean cafe where they have good lasagna... the red is wonderful joy. (193)

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In fragrance. I can (515)

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There is no savor, more sweet, more salt (515)

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Life is fresh and death is salt to me (331)

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The dry brown coughing beneath their feet(439)

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Through the dark my Braille eye will lovingly touch his face.
(414)

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I was drunk with her scent (346)

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I like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh
(176)

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My right ear scraped a buckle(286)

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Watching shadows crawl(287)

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That poem shouted from his nun-filled room, an insult to the brains, nerves. (538)

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Disgusting rectangular garbage dump sending its fumes up to suffocate the sky
Foo, what fumes! (546)

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These the keen-scented; these were the souls of blood
(82)

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I saw substance flowing (290)

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I feel the slime of a wet nest (289

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and heard the sound of rushing wind.

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The child is a. Little inspector when it crawls. It touches and tastes the earth. (354)

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Nor timbers cease to creak(196)

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One by one, the wind off the river is too cold. (532)

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Our throats were tight as tourniquets... (372)

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The roses kept breathing in the dark. They had many mouths to breathe with. (291)

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Looking for asters growing through the hub (198)

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Like a river she was (564)

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Your eye blurs in a wet smoke, (648)

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The frogs are croaking (520)

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Intones it’s singke emptiness, the savagest hollow of winter-sound.
(38)

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I walk in the old street to hear the beloved songs afresh this spring night. (251)

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When I saw that clumsy crow (287)

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At Woodlawn I heard the dead cry (287)

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Into the rusty boilers, Watching the pressure gauge waver over to red (285)

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the paper chambers flush and fill with light
that comes and goes, like hearts. (319)

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All tasted fire (371)

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All tropic places smell of mold. A letter from Karachi smells of mold. (375)

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Drips with sweet dew(519)

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A glow drifts in like mist
(399)

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For Christ’s sake not black- nor white either- and not polished! Let it be weathered- like a farm wagon- with gilt wheels
(52)

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The sky is wild with leaves that dance. (185)

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New musics! One the music that we hear, (382)

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My heart beating, my blood running (367)

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Old trooper, I see your child’s red crayon pass, (446)

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The wind billowing out the seat of my britches (286)

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Morning spreads over the beaches like lava(394)

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A hand, grip on your shoulder (502)

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Desire exults in the ear; birl, girl, and ghostly tree
(295)

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A car coughed, starting (366)

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I shake the gourd, the seeds rattle.(392)