It was the night before the eclipse and all through the town, not as many people showed up, but there was nary a frown. The meals still got sold to those who were here and people could enjoy what they were originally taught to fear. The moon will block the sun in totality they say, but weathermen harken clouds will ruin the day.
Alas, this writer doesn't care a bit about the show, she only wants one thing, a day that is slow. She volunteers often and bakes on the side. But for what it's worth, she's loving life's ride.
Goodnight from the state who likes the lone star. We'll see y'all tomorrow, from near or afar.
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