I ask, I pray, I receive

Eugene OR

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We all have our own superstitions. I, for one, have always loved the number 13. I’d guess that’s still your number but I won’t dial it up anymore readily than I would pray the rosary. I’ve learned that I love the saints but I don’t believe in most of their stories. I don’t believe I’ll ever think of you, your name and think of the Bible. I wonder if you ever get tired of that tale? I do think of you when I see poison hemlock though, blood on the stem warns it’s not a queens lace. Isn’t it odd how some stories resonate and some don’t measure up? I am attempting to put away the sword to find the cup. I cast my first love spell at the lunar eclipse. I was rewarded with the inspiration I was looking for to finish that novel that’s sort of about us: Well, my side of things at least. The angels would have me love another and accept the peace within as a caveat. I’ll light a candle and see what I can dream up. It is freyas day, how could I not?