Andrea, the African acrobat, alarmed by the abrupt appearance of an ambling antelope in her apartment in Andulo, Angola, attempted an arabesque.
Agile and athletic.
Attractive.
And that was just the animal.
(Again, the avalanche of A’s was not anticipated, but was much appreciated).
Astonished at her apparent alacrity she arabesque again.
And she found herself thinking about Tom Jones.
Sir Tom Jones.
And his album – Surrounded by Time.
We are.
More and more, that is all there is and all that isn’t.
Right now I find some on my hands.
What can I make with it?
How can I waste it?
Will it wait?
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