Resonate
There is a time to whisper, and a time to holler. A time for the minuet, and a time for a hootenanny. A time to be discreet, and a time to Echo.
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There is a time to whisper, and a time to holler. A time for the minuet, and a time for a hootenanny. A time to be discreet, and a time to Echo.
There must be some hidden hoard of helium in the walls of Tabby’s Place. How else to explain the ups and downs of August, our hearts bobbing like airships?