“and we’d like to thank for” the mimeographed waved downstairs the applause “perhaps you could recite”
blush at unexpect “i’ve not rehearsed i’ve not minded rhythm” push through participants
descend down the stack chairs spread they’re all standing on the listening to the ceiling
the age of the attraction of the stone and ancient and maintained dreams like drafts blue doors opened but
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