The Procession of Lights
It’s pitch black outside but I’m in a reverent mood and stumped for words. I stare at the night sky, it’s sombre and starless. Then I think, what better moment than to schmooze…
It’s pitch black outside but I’m in a reverent mood and stumped for words. I stare at the night sky, it’s sombre and starless. Then I think, what better moment than to schmooze…
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