Last night I went out for a cigarette and there was a deer in our front yard. Its beautiful, stupid eyes met mine for a moment and then it blithely resumed munching leaves until I said, “My, you’d make a lovely nebris.” Then it trotted off, feigning indifference. The street was empty and misty and otherworldly as I watched it head down towards the old oak near the school, site of so many past rituals. I gazed heavenward until I spotted the barest sliver of the Moon, surrounded by a flickering chorus of stars dancing in the dark.
Now I’m listening to Kamienie by Modlitwa and wondering what the month holds in store for us.
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And when you walked back in, and told me about it, i told you where the shotgun was. lol. bambi is best on a plate.
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