And sleep slips away slowly, as an ancient few shake off the dust of the mummy's gauze. We, the quiet ones, welcome a new member, whose fez selected him on the mystical streets of the Jemma el Fna, as he ignored the muezzin's call to prayer echoing off the ancient Koutubia mosque. Welcome to the Fez, Fez Terry, and remember, we have no affiliation, no secret handshake, no belief system, only the shared fez and the secret and somber powers it imparts. And if anyone else wishes to join (but can't make the trip to Morocco), a fez from Amazon, IF IT CHOOSES YOU, will do. Our only requirement is that you don the fez for an hour on Thursday, and wear it in public, at least once a month.
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