Gathering again, the lobby, for a brief moment, reminded us, like Dorian Gray's portrait...
...that there were holes in between one another.... missing neighbors heralded time fleeing.
Yet, Wallace still pranced with optimism.
This was his feast, knowing dozens of hands would reach down and slip a holiday treat. Worth it to wear the bow.
And old friends, constant neighbors, traveling comrades still had things to say.
After all, there were still things to discover.
But, as the familiar walls echoed all our decades together...
... there were new neighbors, making their own memories of early times when they were young in the old building.
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