In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes*; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?

* C.S. LEWIS, J.R.R. TOLKIEN, SHERLOCK HOLMES, G.K. CHESTERTON, N.D. WILSON, AND P.G. WODEHOUSE, ARE ENCOURAGED

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"Where you lead..." ๐ŸŽถ

Amy informed me of this rare opportunity just yesterday, so of course I jumped on board. She actually had to leave for class before we made it through the line, but we started the morning together. Is was quite a chilly morning at first, until the sun came out.
channeling a little Rory


waiting in a ridiculously long line
after a full two hours in line, I made it to the door
"oh I'm sorry, I thought this was the uniform"
festive cups and sleeves, and an episode on in the background
#onlywithmyoxygen

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