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Goodnight hug

I cannot remember the last time I grabbed a “slice of pie” from the center of a table. Most pizza pies that I encounter are tiny and homemade and, of course, there is always the individually purchased slice. So I was out to lunch with my co-workers today, eatin’ said slices from the center of a table and taking in the vibes.

Today felt apocalyptic.

And not just because of the pizza eating.

Today, good vibes just weren’t in the cards. Or stars for that matter (according to one of our (Capessa’s) bloggers you can tell those kind of things (“predicting relationship rage” I believe is how she says it)).

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The other morning I woke up to fog. The Big 5 parking lot was filled with crows. When I walked back upstairs a few minutes later there was a single crow staring at me through the window.

I wish I would have gotten closer. I think it would have given me a task. Perhaps a tiny roll of paper to carry in a locket reading, “I am the tongue in the bell ringing you.”

Or the clockworks. I mostly kept picturing this image.

oxox