Tying a bright red ribbon
At the halfway point.
Around us seagulls,
The soar of day,
Full-throated clouds.
I worry about weights,
About being too close
About the lack of tension
The sky is not quite blue
The earth not quite green
And we are not quite...
Trust me, and I,
Clasping the length
Of my courage, watched.
I do not play table-top games, but my partners do. When I, sleeplessness hungover from driving one of them to the airport at 2:30am, asked the other one (similarly hungover) for a prompt, I was shown the vision cards from Mysterium. Some shuffling later, and here we are. (We may well see another one of these before the month is out!)
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