A prophecy? Apollo, is that you?
I ordered a couple of used books for myself, because I Deserve A Treat. The first one came last Wednesday, and I dove right into it. When I got close to the end, a little, irregular scrap of paper fell out. Smaller than my palm, it had been written on after it was torn. Tiny, faint pencil letters. After I took my glasses off and squinted, I read:
You are the sunrise / Outshine the moon at night / Precious like starlight / (The Nightmare shall be over now; there's nothing more to fear)
Hmm. Well. I shall reflect on that.









