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2026.6.9 or 9.6.2026, our day.

A white "Love never fails" printed on a black shortsleeved t-shirt stood still in front of me for 21 seconds as I waited for the green light to buy a loaf of bread made in 2026.6.9 or 9.6.2026. 

I was in the oversized dress that I wore eight years ago as I carried two lives.

How will you interpret it? That the universe is afraid I don't get the messages I see daily that it has to show it to me directly in words I can read?




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