“Every eye fixed itself upon him
with parted lips and bated breath
the audience hung upon his words
taking no note of time
rapt in the ghastly fascinations of the tale”
-Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer
And now we wait.
All of them, all of us,
to see if it is possible.
To see the dream realized,
or the believers made fools of.
For the celebration,
the disappointment,
the word made flesh.
We wait.
With bated breath.
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Miss Britt Reply:
January 20th, 2009 at 8:53 am
@Selma, it’s one of the first times I can remember thinking “my grandchildren will ask me about this”.
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