At Real Life (really!) I bought a used notebook (.39), hey! times are hard. What was astonishing is that last night when I opened it to continue my journaling, someone had printed in large red letters some lines that were meant just for me. No one I know would even blink at the three notes but it stopped me. It surprised me because of the importance of the day. Here was Shrove Tuesday, the high holy day for the Holy Face, and I was acutely aware of it. With broken heart I didn't ignore it but I just walked on by it. The notes waited, closed up, until last night and then...a breeze through the darkness of the Land of Dragons.
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