From a distance I see a long black Lincoln convertible, very much like the one JFK was shot in, carving its way into a park. As I look closer I see it is being driven by a group of 5 swans. They are squawking, hissing, and flapping as their car speeds toward a stage full musicians. It appears to be a full orchestra playing something, not to discript. The musicians keep playing as the car races faster in their direction. Not evening slowing, the car barrels into the group. All I can see is brass, chairs, and people flying every where.
Sometimes I wonder........
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