@Joseph_Fasano_ (If you can) βWatch the things you gave your life to, broken,
Β Β Β And stoop and build βem up with worn-out toolsβ.
If, by Rudyard Kipling.
A voice in my earphones sings about flowers blossoming in the courtyard when a lover comes home.
Well, really, we are all those flowers, aren't we?βat the cusp of blossoming.
Waiting for someone to come, to call us home.
FIN.