So close were the rings.
They clashed, clinked and rattled when they shook hands with welcome strangers.
This wealth of jewelry and decor, trims and trusses were insidious pleasantries of the gentle folk living behind the walls.
Now, things are different.
How are they different?
Who knows…we don’t.
We just feel it.
And that, said the jester to the inventor, is all that matters.
There were smiles all round.
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