Advisy...

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"Never miss a chance

to take to your time for something good..."

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A Storm is coming…

A pebble. A few seashells and the down feathers of a seagull or maybe a snow goose.

All brewed at dawn with a tear drowned in a flask of salty water.
That is a strange potion with no predictable effects.

Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside has a coastline, too.
With rocks and cliffs and steep coasts.
But at this time of year it is cloudy and rainy.
And there's a storm coming.

Almost missed this Monday because
I didn't label Saturday as Saturday.
Be prepared…

Clothed…

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And the woman clothed in sun…

In a pile of slightly smelly clothes I find a pair of socks. Two are a pair, aren't they? Who said they should be matching anyway? Ready for the daily life, for the daily routine. Dressed but not well dressed. Clothed is not dressed. Clothed, that's all that counts…

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