THE WEAVE:
“So U,” calls Mercury.
“How are you holding
up in my retrograde?”
Uranus speaks into a microphone shaped like an icy dagger, "I lick Time like an icicle in a Story I am telling, so we might better understand the riddles passing between us, like inside jokes, or slights. That's all Belonging really is, anyWay. The stories we wind around our Hearts, are spun from threads we borrow from each-other, like the weather. We cannot help but weave together." Mercury waits, "..Sooo, you're like, OK?" "Yeah, I'm like, fine," Uranus says. "Ok." "I'm hanging up my icicle Now." "Okay, bye, Uranus."
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