~ for M. My friend takes a pack of gold-edged oracle cards out of her pocket and asks me if I want a reading. Of course I say yes. We are waiting for our orders of ramen at an Asian fusion restaurant. Who doesn't want…  | Luisa A. Igloria March 29 | ~ for M. My friend takes a pack of gold-edged oracle cards out of her pocket and asks me if I want a reading. Of course I say yes. We are waiting for our orders of ramen at an Asian fusion restaurant. Who doesn't want to catch sight of even the future's slim ankle or shoelaces up ahead, disappearing around the corner? She shuffles the cards while I think of my question. Then I pick one and turn it over. I get the Gull, and these bits of wisdom—swallow your fears whole, don't get caught in nets of sadness; instead hover over it all to see if there is another way. OK, Oracle Gull. Seeing no other resources, I'm going to take this to mean your approval of me applying for another credit card loan. I do see the wisdom of prioritizing roof repair over a lower credit score. After all, the future is a never-ending construction project, and all of us merely its fumbling architects | | | |
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