>This morning I couldn’t find my gloves, looked on my bed, in my little bag for work; checked the pockets of my jacket and still, not there. So I figured I must have left them on the train yesterday, put another pair on and left for work. On the way to the train station I was thinking about lost gloves and such when I got a mental image of me putting my gloves in my purse. That is not where I normally put them. When I got to the train station I stuck my hand in my pocketbook and there they were.


Irrigation of the land with seawater desalinated by fusion power is ancient. It’s called ‘rain’. – Michael McClary

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