Caleb and I were at a party.
His brothers arrived several hours later.
When he saw them come in,
He wriggled with joy,
Screamed with glee,
Giggled with delight,
Reached out with anticipation,
Then ran to them with all speed.
He hadn’t appeared to be having a bad time.
He was simply much happier with his people around him.
As, I suppose, are we all.
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