Then we came to the lamp, singing. What fun there was in those moments was not to be had, but had us. Then, stopping just short of being stretched to taffy with laughter, we parted. Time to go. The only way to hear was as an outcast. Inside, the ears get stopped by the noise of building fortress walls. Goodbye, each called, to find us again in waters, blooming.
“The only way to hear was as an outcast. Inside, the ears get stopped by the noise of building fortress walls.” So rich! You are a heavy hitter! Always dead to rights!
Thank you for this kindness, Alex.
Of course. This statement was dead on!