A Known Stranger

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“Songs remain. They last…A song can last long after the events and the people in it are dust and dreams and gone. That’s the power of songs.”  ~  Neil Gaiman

Take one look at the opening photo. That’s me today. Getting ready to lay down and sleep some more. Slept nine hours last night, but I feel the true need for more. No explanation. I’m not so much into explaining myself today, less so than I usually am. It gets in the way of magick, for one thing. And it takes up too much energy when I am already tired. I’ve just been reminded of the presence in my life, and an influence, of someone I never see nor hear of, a known stranger, if you will. For some reason this reminder, this knowledge, has teetered me down into a state of creature comfort. Food, relaxation, that sort of stuff. I was pretty much in this state to begin with. But some things that once were mere suggestions come to be compulsory through time. It’s just that kind of day. It is Sunday, it is snowing, and it is life.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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