That wasn't unexpected. That happens all the time in the ring. I appreciate your gently nudging me back to the 'here and now.' And in doing so, I fall into a deep slumber; the marigolds fill my nostrils.
I mean, really fill my nostrils. They are all the way in my nostrils. And my nose is a little bloody. Sometimes I prefer to think only of the good times. This could one of them, I think.
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