Life imitating art

Sunday is trash night at Mosquito Hill. As I was loading the cans into the truck this evening, an old friend texted me.

Sometimes when life imitates art it is beautiful. Often it’s poetic.

I’m not enjoying tonight’s poetry.

https://notesfrommosquitohill.com/2009/10/knowing.html

Different truck. No stars tonight. Same feeling of dread.

Thoughts and prayers for whatever they may be worth.

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