I just wrote a very long post about friendship, bonds, fellowship, reality, ego-propping, approximation, loss, and self-respect. And deleted it. I might just gotta let some stuff go.
Everything is fine. I think tomorrow I'll wear a false doeskin skirt I wore once on a rainy mountain top in an autumn as different from tomorrow as any day could be. The moonflowers are blooming their soap-sweet fragrance out in my big garden, and I'm about to be asleep. Today, I drew the magician. I think there's a certain amount of grace available for those who stay to look.
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