Synchronicity
Madeleine L'Engle died yesterday. I came home to find a very beaten-up copy of "A Wrinkle In Time" on the dining room table. We do not, to my knowledge,
own a copy of "A Wrinkle In Time," and the source of the book (and the reason it sits out) will remain a mystery until Kristi gets home. Add to that Scooter and Poo-Tee-Wheet's daughter starting this year at
Tesseract, and I figure it all has to mean something.
Labels: family, weirdness
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