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While looking at Mr, Fixit's mugs, Mr. Rayus sees Mr. Fixit set his focus on the
path over to the clearing and hears him say, "Well, enough said for the moment, Sir. Let's go. I've set out a table and a couple of chairs so we may be relaxed as the natural world fills our senses with the patterns and designs that it now may present." Mr. Rayus follows the full strides of Mr. Fixit out to the viewing area. With only star light showing the way, Mr. Rayus reaches out to touch the seat of one of the chairs, as his focus now is on the place upon which he is going to sit. Both men sit down. Mr. Fixit leans over to one side, jams his hand into his pocket and pulls out a big set of keys, making the "ting-ting-tinkly-ringing" sound that every dangling, jangling set of keys always makes. Hearing this sound, he grabs all of the keys as a bunch, all at once, to silence this annoying noise. He sets both the keys, and the mug that he has in his other hand, down on the table. Giving each other one more nod as a signal of being ready, each of the men sets a steady eye into the depth of the night sky, just above the horizon to the East, as both men are now oriented towards the land of the new rising sun. (To be continued ....) *** |
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