Around a table.
In front of an audience.
Just being with together, even while packing up stuff in a condemned studio in Long Island City.
Bouncing all over the place in between late night TV and a 4am"wake up and scratch my ear" appointment.
A rare visit with someone wonderful.
And the world crowded together to witness a new era of hope.
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