Passage #11: 2 September 2009
Pic-a-nic in the Park
It is hot. We go round and round in the night and are consumed by fire. Indeed, the whole world is burning, and we, too, carry the fire in our legs and in our bellies. It burns brightly and cannot be ignored. We will feed that fire with breads and cheeses, quench it with wines and the finest nectars. The moon is nearly full, and the hills are calling. There are forests and springs, grottoes and glades to be explored. There are parks! Not just one park, but two. Two! Come join us.
Some hills this week, yes. Gears recommended. Bring picnic items for the fire in our bellies. The fire cannot be contained.
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