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 |   My blog--I pull a card--if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it is for you? |
| Numbers My mother's brother ran the numbers. His never hit. We had a three story house with a stoop. He lived on the second floor in a room littered with white paper strips. The woman who rented the third floor had a ouija board. The planchette would glide across the surface. How many children would I have? Five? Six? In winter my mother strung seven lines in the cellar to hang the baby's diapers. She always smelled of Clorox and Tide. She didn't play the numbers. But in summer, after the streetlights blinked on we all played Crazy Eights. She passed forty years ago. She liked the Ace of Hearts. Dark Goddess Tarot--Ace of Air--Nemesis--be honest with your word. |
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