MARY: Ah, well here we have a poetry reading...
MARY: "I shall dance tonight.
When the dusk comes crawling,
there will be dancing
and feasting.
I shall dance with the others
in circles,
in leaps,
in stomps.
Laughter and talk
will weave into the night,
Among the fires
of my people.
Games will be played
And I shall be
a part of it."
ROXY: daww cute
MARY: And then... we have this illustration here, of the festivities, I assume.
MARY: Beneath it all, a person wearing a mask that looks quite like a sun, lurking just beneath the poem itself.
MARY: It's kind of spooky.
MARY: How's that doing...?
ROXY: i am in the phone i cannot see
ROXY: give it a look
