some time honored, some kept,
some broken, some no longer remembered,
new names for old professions, new callings, and new pledges.
The promise of milled grains
in keeping time,
spent season’s finest feast,
a banquet set in two days’ time,
a promise made that can’t be kept,
alongside his windmills,
the miller wept
channeling your inner Don Quixote ?
Si senor. Are you my Sancho? Have you seen Sancho?
Too much sanity may be madness. And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.”
― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote
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