This has been a morning after a night of too much rain, which seems to have washed away the words, so I yield the balance of my time to Mr. Robert Frost:
“The rain to the wind said,
You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.”
Let’s plan to meet back here tomorrow and try again.
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Perfect! Maybe tomorrow will be better on the brain.