FREEZING FOG. That's the weather report for Vancouver today. I've never seen that forecast before.
My hotel room is socked in. Looking down Burrard or Robson I can barely see fifty feet. Yet I'm guessing that the Hope burning off the TV in my hotel room can burn it off.
Two million on the Mall, millions more watching elsewhere. E Pluribus Unum. Finally. Finally. Finally.
May he bind up our wounds.
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The song you reminded me of with that title got me thinking:
Something happenin' here
What it is is precisely clear.
There's a man takin' an oath over there
Tellin' me I need no longer beware...
Now how to continue that...
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