Postcards From Lebanucky

This white, powdery stuff is falling out of the sky.  It’s very cold, and if you look real close, there are these beautiful, tiny round-shaped pointy-end things that sparkle.  On the way home, the asphalt had a strange sheen on it, and the truck kept doing this wacky sashay all over the road.

It seems that I can sense some vague memory of this phenomenon, from somewhere in my past . . . but ten years in the Vortex sucked everything that’s not hot and sunny and topless out of my brain.  Holy crap, what’s that??!  Out the window, under the eave – a translucent stalactite!  And look there – that man’s four fingers have merged into one.

Lebanucky is a strange, strange land.

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