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Seeing Things In A New Light

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The other day I was sitting on the couch and noticed a twig sticking out of our mail recycling bag by the front door. Unless I’ve been misguided my whole life, twigs don’t normally walk inside of their own volition, so I asked Alan if he knew where it came from.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“What’s what?” he asked.
“This,” I pointed at the twig.
“Oh that,” he said, as if I had just asked him what ice was doing in the freezer. “I found that on my walk today. It reminded me of a magic wand.”

And then I excused myself, as my insides bubbled over with laughter.

I can’t help but wave it around while saying things like, “Bippity, boppity, boo!”

Last modified: January 10, 2019