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Some jokes in mind for the lecture workshop, but the woman in the audience who either glowed like you or was you cut the sidewise tongue. The pink path left me was straight speech and what saved me were the intermittent breaks reserved for the audience to write. These gaps afforded me time to look down and look away. Gracious though they were, maybe I should not have called them ‘audience’. I don’t recall if I did. Out loud, I mean. Maybe I should not refer to an ‘audience’ even in my mind. Perhaps the truer name was ‘participants’. Yet, I wouldn’t ask a word of what they wrote and I wouldn’t gift them the yellow thing in my mind, the memory of a morning. Workshop because we worked, yes, but participants? We participated in nothing. And you weren’t there. Not one person looked like you. I wouldn’t dare offer a joke even if all of them looked like you. I’d taste the auditorium’s laughter only if each of them were you.

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