Little adjustments were being made on the Mauli Moon, Po Mauli. A good time for health and adjusting thinking while doing. Sam was no less facile with his hands though it had been more than eight years since he began building the golden wagon on a trailer. "He has less teeth today, but his face wears an increasing realness." Frog spoke about the tall man as if his mate were still with him. He knew Bernadette would be listening, and hearing him, wherever she was. This plane, another plane.
Pieces of the trailer had been stowed away. Mold painted the license plate once new when the trailer was first registered. To move the golden wagon from the woods to the gravel lot the license plate could be obscured, who would check? What mattered was that the wheels moved. Sam was attending to that on the Mauli Moon. Clank, clank.
Sally spent a few minutes at her sewing machine, peacefully busy stitching lengths of cloth to replace a favorite curtain she'd brought when the poisonous apple disease moved them across an ocean. A few safety pins held a hem in place, a temporary fix? Well, maybe or a fix for as long as it was needed. Sometimes a pin was better than more permanent stitches.
"Sal has begun a relationship with the Warrior Woman aspects of herself via the asteroid Pallas Athena. It's a new application of star study for her, and seems to be buoying her spirits," Brother Wind felt the lightness in the woman he would always consider Sister, an older sister at that. From his place in the atmosphere during this Season of Lono, Brother Wind visited sending gentle breezes and more gusty nudges encouraging Sal to believe she was flexible enough to move with more ease this time.
There is more.
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