There is this feeling of steady anticipation like watching honey drip off a spoon; just waiting as things play out and looking at the future stacked up endlessly high...I am in the middle of this feeling and I think it's a good one.
In last night's confusion with setting up the coffeehouse and rehearsing my own stuff, I skipped dinner and woke up at
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Pure poetry, my friend.
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