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I’ve taken to talking to the Boxelder beetles. They are all over my house, so what else can I do? I pluck them up and take them outside, scolding them on the way. But, there’s always another, so I talk … Continue reading
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After my last black post, I wondered about the significance of the Octopus. She just came to me and pulled me to her in a strong embrace. What is there for me? I pay close attention to symbols brought to … Continue reading
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You’ve heard me. I’m steeped in black, as I say. I tire of it more than I can even say. I don’t want to write about darkness anymore. I don’t want to sing about it. I don’t want to be … Continue reading