Did you say “Magic Feifdom young laird!”?
Always, after a slow pause, I found a way, a valuable nugget, a salty engaging story, from any given stranger.
Takes time, the right setting and that ideal moment, but it always comes…if you let time unwind like a carbon-dating spiral.
Sometimes it seemed like a new universe had been added like salt out of a shaker.
Other times it seemed, well, like sheer unadulterated, dripping silence.
Every century…. a dance.
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