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Day 20 - 148 words - Not a rock, I'm just Ruth
All Me, no apologies
Day 20 - 148 words
Confessions of a Three eyed Fag Hag

"May I see your cards?" asked Jopher.

I handed them over. "Careful, they're pretty old."

"I can feel." He closed his eyes and held them to his forehead while the waitress cleared the table. His eyes opened and he began laying out the cards. It looked like a Tree of Life spread – but I had never seen one so large. He used all seventy-two cards in an elaborate web.

"What have you done?" I demanded, frowning over the patterns.

"These are all the things I've seen," he said simply.

So many cards crossed each other – a crossed card can mean good or bad for the upright of the cross. The High Priestess crossed by the two of Cups, the King of Swords crossed by Justice, and one that frightened me – the Ten of pentacles, the card I'd called the card of the patriarch, of Maddy – crossed by Death.


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