Dear
Lost Souls,
Onward
grinds the Cosmic Mill that leads us to our weekly constitution. Friday
looms thirsty on the temporal horizon, beckoning you back to the shaded
sanctuary of the Haberdashery. Your weekend begins at the top of the
stairs, so check your cares at the door and join us for a retreat from the
profane.
Yes,
my Merry Millers, Cocktail hour is on for Friday evening. Your
deceivingly translucent adult beverage will be served at approximately 7:30pm
in the green haze of Temple 2107. Please feel free to stop by for a
quickie . . . or to linger indefinitely.
Yours,
Greg
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