There is a big storm moving through. Big.
I lit the pumpkin late last night.
I picked the last of the raspberries, I think, as the wind kicked up. In the spirit of sympathetic evolution, I've a bit of red thread ready.
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There is a big storm moving through. Big.
I lit the pumpkin late last night.
I picked the last of the raspberries, I think, as the wind kicked up. In the spirit of sympathetic evolution, I've a bit of red thread ready.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
