those
umbra gazellettes
were there....
.....then they
.........fell....up....
............. up,
I tell ya.....
couldn't even call it a half-swoop, the raining down part of it....
more like an almost dance,
when the invitations were delivered after the event....
oh, we were talking about incongruent triangles.....weren't we....?
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