Thursday is a day. And although I cannot reveal to you why it is a day, it is still a day.

Next Monday is a day, too. And although I cannot reveal to you why it is a day – it is, still, a day.

I’m counting down the days to Death – the HOPE LOST stage, if it comes.

Dates. Always dates; future dates, and always, always, they are important.

Daily, I take in many numbers from my surroundings, and typically they speak to me through my knowledge of the Tarot Deck – which I know quite thoroughly because of my skills in symbolism.

But sometimes, I receive DATES.

Next Monday’s date: 2/3/20 has been in my calendar for almost a year.

Funny. I forgot it was a date.

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