Articulating stimulation, reversing melancholy, racing hearts and nervous toes: the time has come for the man to speak.
A beautifully crafted speech after hours and hours of hard work and tired thoughts, the man took his place behind the rostrum.
Scanning the entire parade of little men and women, the man took a deep breath.
Heavyset and with an actionable movement of the tummy, the man scanned through the parade of little men and women. They hushed in unison, naturally presenting attention to whom it may concern.
It fell to a black wave of silence.
The man looked down at his hours of hard work.
Articulating stimulation, reversing melancholy, racing hearts and nervous toes: the time has come for the man to speak.
Disregarding all the effort he had put into the transcript, he offered to the waiting crowd a grim statement of not more than 6 words.
Thereafter, the man retreated in style to roaring applause and encouraging cheers. What an epicentre of strength and class.
"I am the Faith you seek."
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