She woke in a moment of contemplation and soft planning.
Twists and turns had meant that no subject dominated for long.
A good thing, they wanted variety and the vast sweep of varied, unfocused chat.
During this meander, the council of concerted drummers and sus chefs was formed – a casual collection of dreaming strategists.
From epics to ants, from Continents to teaspoons. Again!
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