…and, with haste, the Diplomats 2

…and, with haste, the Diplomats

scrambled together over the splintered wooden cloisters that lay in a idle, higgledy-piggledy manner, where they had fallen.
   “No meditation today”, said Diplomat 1 to Diplomat 4.
   “No, indeed!”, retorted Diplomat 2, a little too vehemently.

…and the locusts sang.

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