Always will be, perhaps.  Business as unusual.  Secrets kept.  Visions shared. Squirreling away nuts for winter.  Atomic winter. Opened, revealed, vulnerable, linked. Smartly mobbing everyman woman the dawn of our last gasp. A collective exhale where only little eddies survive fumigation.  Where are the barn swallows now that the snow has gone? The symphony has altered, the [...]