It was like a dream, another boardroom meeting with critical decisions to be made and the imperative to innovate.
Meanwhile the choir was busy painting, you could hear the brush strokes a mile away.
A day of memories was declared.
Everybody remembered.
The summit sounded like angels whispering.
Never have so many enjoyed so much in such a three dimensional fashion.
We are all for fashion, except now, later in the day.
It all helps towards the softest, warmest sleep.
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