Dorian, Dorian

Hunkered down now in our room at the Fairfield Inn with “Butters”, Ben’s cockatiel, on my shoulder, Kitty on the bed beside me, Elijah sitting here with us too, Ben comfortable in his chair chatting and watching the US Open, the decisions you make determine the outcome of the game. It’s good to be together. Feel safe, ready for whatever. You have what you must do Dorian, Dorian as we watch your wet and windy dance meandering our way. Such a splendid contest, the play of natures presence as we feel nervously prepared. We await you here, please leave but only your light touch. We shall see knowing all is well as it must be.

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