One gets used to a state of affairs for such a long time, it’s easy to forget that they’re all just transitions. Specks of dust suspended in the air until a strong enough gust comes along and rearranges everything. A strong gust has come to this place. The men can feel it. Know it will upset everything they thought they understood just a few days ago. They’ll need to lean on something solid…They’ll look to me for that.
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Meg's Mumbles 