And my soul has been pre-emptively bought to the tune of a neptunians handful of poems (and if you know how many poems a neptunian can hold, well, you might be correct, but I'm just guessing).
And now I have to get out of here and navigate some twisties I've been meaning to ride for a good number of years, but never got around to. Now is apparently a good time despite my dolor because fire might be cutting off my usual route.
So! ... Shiny!