monologue - the miracles sometimes cease (my last blessing of "da feet")

Bear in mind, dear hearts, that I was, in fact, actually sick and not just faking the voice, and that my dance moves were a little muted for the same reason, but this is what I did, in some form or another, for the museum for the last eleven years (among other things):

It's called the "blessing of 'da feet'," and serves to give our intrepid kinetic sculpture pilots a little bit of the ol' Saint Christopher for the race.

(I got my voice back, eventually, for what it's worth.)