I am once-upon-a-timing. Thoughts are yonderly. Right now, where I would love to be is at an all-day Sacred Harp Hymn Sing. I find my arm keeping time right along with the leader in the hollow square. Full-throated, full-throttle singing. I love the enthusiastic crescendo before and after lunchtime. The lunch is, indeed, the peak. Where, indeed, did all this food come from? Old ones, young ones. Remembrance of singers gone on the year before. Certain anticipation of the singing up yonder.
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