You have been flat, and you have been silent, so you may pass, and you may live.

[earlofgrey]

Recently, while sitting by the river where my cousin drowned, Meredith wished for a boat she could row. I wished her one powered by doom like that of the Lady of Shallot. Not immediate doom, of course. It would take her wherever she needed to go without rowing, with the understanding that, as everyone eventually dies, everything you do is carrying

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[cynical_ghost]

For years after my dad died, I would dream that he was in the Witness Protection Agency. In the dreams, time would have passed and he'd show up at the house and say he'd been witness to a terrible crime but that the trial was over and he could be with us again. I would talk and talk and try to catch him up on everything that had happened.

I don't dream about him much anymore. I don't think it means I've made peace with it because I don't think such a thing is possible. I think my heart grew too tired of trying to find order in chaos.

I've always had a knack for the cards when it comes to other people. I cannot read them for myself at all. The only things I can cast for myself with any accuracy are runes and faery cards. I always know where I stand with the faeries and they've never done me wrong.

I have this image in my mind of a key that lives in my left hand. It comes out of my palm whenever I need to open a door. It's a skeleton key -- so it opens any door I wish.