Never be afraid to get dirty, but be sufficiently sure-footed to avoid the abyss of contamination.

A Story

It’s a crowded room, with most people grouped up in twos, threes, and fours. Hands hold glasses of wine or bottles of beer, laughter follows from the exchange of words. There’s a person standing on the edge of one of these groups, head behind the shoulders of two people, trying to join in. Someone sidles by and says, “Let me tell you a story.” A new group forms.

It’s a long table. There’s a conversation just past the halfway mark, and the farther end struggles to hear. Someone at the far side asks a neighbor a question. They respond and end with, “What about you?” A new story begins.

It’s been ages since an update, and a tool many people used to subscribe to this RSS feed no longer exists. There may no longer be a reader, but it’s time to tell stories to whomever will listen.

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