methinks I should hear with indifference if a trustworthy messenger were to inform me that the sun drowned himself last night
since the beginning of time we have celebrated the sun and its heat with dance, be it around the fire to an ancient sun god or to the start of the harvest, but we honor the suns return every year with the oldest form of expression,the dance. michael jameson firstname.lastname@example.org
And as we lose ourselves in our gnat dance, how fine there is no one to swat us away.
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