Some things just ring a bell. ((It's that time of year!) Not that bell ringing. (What bell then?) You'll know it when the truth's been told, laid out like a boxer flailing on instinct just before succumbing to unconsciousness. It may not be the most beautiful of dances, but when your head hits the floor you won't know it has until you regain consciousness. ~Me © 2016 Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)