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The days are spent reading, writing, aromatics, acrobatics, dancing, and tumbling.
You like to work in the solarium with your books, tea, and towel.
I join you frequently, sitting beside your chaise-lounge, enjoying the luxury of your view.
Today, I am absent, out in the field with the men, harvesting hay, examining the rigs, inspecting the ship.
All fake money forces have been annihilated; secret, fraternal, commie, essential workker, paid-off, local, state, federal, goon-hound, sell-outs are finished.
For now, I’m with the men.
But it won’t last long.
Your call remains forever in my heart.
Every instinct is to love you.
I’ll laugh and cry and dance with you.
That is what we’re born to do.
Progress Report. Intergalactic Finance Minister