Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Thursday, November 16, 2017

11.16

Something shiny, something sharp! Tines to peel your food apart! Forks for stabbing, forks for toast, forks to thrust into a roast! Forks! Forks! Forks are forks! You don't know just how it works!

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