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objects in space Only the objects remain. A forgotten suitcase. An empty chair. Waiting for new stories to add to their old ones. The old stories are gone. Slipped away through time and space.

coffeeshop magic I don’t have the time to devote to circles or covens. I have to fit things in when and where I can, in stolen moments and cups of coffee. Stirring clockwise to

property feature The monster came with the house. The realtor said they could get estimates from removal services but then there was some sort of confusion with determining ownership because of the property lines,

zen snow Do not scowl to see the snow fall. Do not fret that it is so cold that you cannot feel your toes. Do not complain that the weather is frightful. The weather

light in the cold Once he considered it a curse. A punishment. Like Sisyphus pushing forever up the mountain, and at least Sisyphus could move. All he could do was stand. Stand in ever-frozen

tattered & tied Someone tied a ribbon on a tree and then someone else tied another. And another and another after that, more people and more ribbons and an ever-growing tangle of color. At