We sat by the fire, with bowls of liquid adventure in our laps, stirring and stirring. You said "did you remember the little ones, way down south? They know more than anyone about this." I nodded. "Did you put in the ones who dance? I love them. They don't pay a lick of attention to us, but they sure make the road easy to walk." Again, I nodded. We stirred. "I saw you adding those imps, those rascals. I don't know why we need them, but you know best". The fire grew low. I added 2 logs. Just 2. And stoked it. Shyly, you ask "Why the bad ones? Why did we have to choose them?" "Because," I said "because She told me that we should never ever be sorry, even for choosing them...it's made us who we are today". You nodded, and stirred, and drank from our past.
Margot
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