His belt sagged at 30 degrees. Orion has a six pack? The Drinking Gourd tipped, too, spilling black milk to everything invisible. The cold felt good on my head as I looked up on the patio. The universe didn’t notice the changes, but I did, and I drew a line from the skewed heavens directly to me. It was one of the deep but passing thoughts one has
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