Called, we form an accidental procession along the double-bended corridor, following the old groove, earthy threads worn by our tread, thin at tricky corners; beyond a table spread, bread for breaking, wine for drinking.
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Lost, We gather together with no other binding than friendship joy of dancing, singing, breaking bread, drinking wine. Not sacred, not profane.
Called, we form 
1 comment:
Lost,
We gather together
with no other binding than friendship
joy of dancing,
singing,
breaking bread,
drinking wine.
Not sacred,
not profane.
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