There was something oddly thrilling about seeing Venus so close to the moon tonight. She was almost sitting on the bottom horn of the young crescent. Maybe my sense of fascination came from there having been a sizeable coincidence involved.
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The hints are coming thick and fast that I’m alone and going to stay that way. Striding up the lane tonight with just an upturned bowl full of stars for company, the fact seemed positive and right. Whether it will continue to seem so remains to be seen.
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I’m wondering why my kitchen smelt of apple pie when I got back, since I don’t think I’ve had apple pie in the six years I’ve lived here. Suggestions invited.