Behind the water with Cheshire Cats

There was moose stew.

There was giddy-happy bouncing.

There was eight hours of intense smiling.

There was seeing water from behind.

There were comrades who, in mid-sentence, would disappear, leaving only a smile behind.

But.

There was no rum.

Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry

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