woke this day with mixed emotions as the dark cloud of reality hangs over our collective heads. The gala has arrived on the cusp of a wake, a birthday and a burial. Ten years of laughter and tom foolery recollected in one incredible swoop of energy. A glass of goodwill draught, a shake of the hand or a hug, and a hearty laugh. It is the fabric that keeps this locomotive rolling, through peaks and valleys, nobody asked for a smooth ride, ask no quarter and give none, it is who we are, it is what we are , and tonight we take that fabric to a new frontier.
GOD SPEED and Following Seas !
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