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good_luck
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raze
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if the stopwatch lands on a clean second, with nothing but a pair of zeroes past the last decimal point. if i remember to ink an x on this day's glossy white paper face before it goes grey around the temples. if i look at the clock at 12:34 without meaning to or catch a new hour in the act of being born. if a_trick_of_the_light paints a hazy window in the place where the cold breath of morning meets the slow shuffle of the afternoon. if a ladybug lands on my bedroom wall and deigns to stay there for a while. if the toilet tank whispers something soulful without my encouragement. if i don't lose sleep to the stilted singing of a self-seeking train_whistle. if any or all of these things happen, i think the day might have something good to tell me. and if not, i'm always ready to be surprised.
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220131
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tender_square
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two red bird mints housed in a single cellophane package, their cane sugar dissolving on my tongue like the sweetness of a fulfilled wish.
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220216
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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If I'm traveling in a vehicle and I can blink when it's between streetlights or posts. Jewels and glass beads. In early childhood, symmetry of bead placement in necklaces and bracelets; in adolescence, patterns without strict symmetry.
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220216
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kerry
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an antique iron horseshoe above my front door hung with ends up, it catches good luck with ends down, fortune flows freely
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220217
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tender_square
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reaching for my phone a microsecond before the alarm sounded, which marked the end of meditation.
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220222
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tender_square
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if you cut the first two digits from the year, today is 2-22-22, which seems pretty lucky to me.
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220222
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tender_square
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touching my thumb to the third eye of a carved owl each time i pass under the gates of county farm park.
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220619
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
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