‘good morning’‘we are not gods...’...smiles and coughs and knowing winks and nods push through hazy smokes and hazy, sunny rays  )()()the o0ld on3s...the 0ddd one$l;;; 3never seem sh00000w U>p”””...“This can be true”a puff of bluish smoke raises and wafts through the aire, stinky but still oddly sweet “But sometimes not”a simple and true smile shines from an old and weathered mouth of crooked teeth and sharp eyes crowded with earned and worn wrinkles“true...but we are here....and there are no gods and we are here...and where are the go...”“Shhhhhhhhh....”a pause ensues....truth can be hard to see and so they all squint and smile...4 gals stand before 2 old tinies...no gods among them....but truth burns to tell true......“You might be right”...“We ran away long ago”