A prologue of sorts: that is, getting back to the normal day to day.

Often time, I wonder whether some of the things we present here at the World's Fair are perhaps a little too trivial. Whether it's our puzzles, the showdown, badges, our forays into humour writing, or the other oddities we sometimes revel in.

And I'm not sure if that "trivial" label can be partly blamed on our occasional attempt to combine creativity and science, sometimes with great success and other times not so much. But whatever the case, the events of the last few weeks have been especially hard on us, and that element of the trivial just didn't seem to have a place.

But this particular week seems as good as any to creep back. And words to the best effect often come in the most unstructured of places. So like Ben, I'll also offer up some poetry - this one from local poet Sharon Thesen, from her marvelous book of poetry "The Good Bacteria." Yes, the book initially caught my eye because of the title, but I'm learning right? I'm learning...

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