Good afternoon to the archers, to the prey, to the people dancing through avalanches, to those who are trying, to people tied together with a smile, to people with their face in an invisible locket, to the people sitting in the chair by the window looking out at the city, to those who are dancing in a snow globe round and round, to the people lost in the lights, to the two headlight passing the window pane, to the people who fell behind all their classmates and ended up here, to those who never go out of style, to the wise men, to those out of the woods, and to the people who could stay.











