There is always a glow, uncontained and waiting.
Even when the turkey has overdone itself and the waves are sliding sideways, there are answers rising like a mist from a butterfly catcher’s net.
So spake the poets in the accounting department, the tailors in the sandpit.
We are gathered here today, for something. Make a choice. Add your voice.
You offered, generously, because you could just lean upon an elbow in the morning’s slight light.
Plenty of seats available.
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