Hey Tim I didn't realize how bent old and toothless you were. Welcome
to the gnarled and clout-breeched tribe of self mutterers noting the
murmurations of the sparrows on scraps of dirty paper worn in hat and
stuffed in belly-band. Now tell us--Do you write with an old
carpenter's pencil bitten to a point, or do you sharpen your nib on the
humblest gutter stone hard by the weir? Either way, good luck raising
your voice to the brim of the First Vessel and may it slop into the
uplifted ears of the audience and make its spiral way as per the
Coriolis effect into the caverns of many a North-tending brain, and
perhaps wash the road grit from a few necks in process!
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