The drumsticks slide into my hands like they never left. They just seem to fit. I sit on my throne and feel like a king, ready to be served and honoured by these familiar characters.
I raise Excalibur above my head and prepare to resolve my deepest worries and issues.
The sound these faces make when I strike them make me feel like I really belong. The steady rhythm gives me security and keeps me safe.
Each rhythm telling a story of it's own.
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