Two deja vues today as Loki and I drive around to thrift stores looking for some clothes for him. There is a tornado alert for Northern Virginia all day, and for much of the day a heavy soaking rain falls. Strange weather for this time of year, and hidden in the strangeness are these short instances of second-sight. Living dreams that I had some time ago. Dreams that I remember clearly but cannot grasp why I remember them, or why I had them. I could not describe them to Loki. At the moment they were happening, I could only sit and watch. Looking around for cues to find the silver string that ties the self to self, and self to cosmos.
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