we're all making our own sense of things
In the season of summons, every now and then, there’s an invitation.
have just realized that several of my recent invitations were, in fact, in the form of summons.
maybe all of yours were invitations…hope I haven’t ruined things for you.
That has to be the most profound statement about the silly season I’ve ever heard.
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