Such thoughts.

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Strange what arrives, on certain nights.  As if bidden by one who knows.

I know!  I know.  Bewitched.

And... more... anymore.

The dream.  Oh... this.  Yes.

She thinks I tease.  I merely see what is lovely.  Reflect.  No mockery.

Well... not just beauty.  Odd what a mirror can do?

What comes around, goes around?

Almost terrifying what shows up on nights like this.  Sometimes I just want to be left alone, to my thoughts.  Sometimes that isn't allowed.  There were more, but these will do.  With the dreams, and thoughts, and memories, and reality... it will do for a moment.  Enjoy or not.  I'm thinking on it.

Uhm... but I do like them, for all that I don't.  Warm fuzzies, and a hiss.