EATING HAS BECOME A CRANKY COURSE SINCE THE CAULDRON HAS FIRED UP AND I AM FASTED TO MY ROOM WITH 6-7FT OF FELTED SNOW.
I HAVE DONE MY YOGA. WRITTEN, BREAKFASTED, READ, MEDITATED, PLOTTED AND PLANNED FROM THIS ONE ROOM.
I SIT HERE WITH MY BELOVED AS WE BOTH WRITE AND WE PLAN A SMALL ESCAPE TO GET AN ELECTRIC TEAPOT FOR OUR ONE ROOM. WE ARE CAULDRONING OUR SPACE.
SO WE CANNOT ACCEPT ANOTHER THING INTO OUR ROOM EVEN THOUGH IT IS A WONDERFUL JUNGLE OF DELIGHTS.
NOW WE MUST FIND A WAY TO FLY OUT OF OUR SWEET SPACE OVER THE OCEAN OF FELTED SNOW ,TO COOL OUR CAULDRON, AND ACCEPT THE ALCHEMICAL FUSION OF A FELTED PLAN.
RAVEN SU.SANE.
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