If I were someone else I’d be home now this whole group looking forward to this one day from years away we are the arrows directed in this direction but now documents with some corrections are being passed around and shuffled through and by the time I view this day again it’ll be a new strand or maybe more a stevedore or something like that maybe some kind of hat and what I meant to say before led astray by myself is those elves are too mysterious the sugar cookies less than deliriously good and I should tell you there are other kinds but the phone unwinds when it rings and it brings attention to other dimensions hocus pocusing the focusing and carting me off toward sleep
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