Farm Boy
I hope you dance
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Haven't tried it. Sounds fun!
I've paid your vision of the divine tribute in sentiment. Now pay my land-lubber insect-riddled one tribute back ya fishy fornicator! Don't force me to weigh in on our most intelligent and rapey mammals of the sea.

Seriously though, life is amazing and horrible. That specific set of inputs. That specific situation that lets us feel at peace with the world. Whether it's your Atlantic dawn, or my Illinois dusk... that specific moment where we actually have the luxury of reflecting on the fact that life is wonderful, made all the more wonderful that as one day passes into night, as the work is done, there will always be and should always be a new dawn born on the carcass of the gone before. That in those precious few moments of luxury, this is natural and good. These moments are fleeting, for as much as we do or do not reflect, night is always shortly coming. It will fall. Do we cower, or do we prepare to dream?