I so totally hope the runes win.
It's very grey and dark and cascadey outside. There's a lot of sullen electricity in the air: that has to be a good thing as far as the generation of life is concerned, doesn't it?
I want you to be pregnant. I want it such a lot. THEY ABOLISHED LIMBO, YOU KNOW.
The signs are propitious but I'm keeping my hopes down.
Not the love, though. That's way up.
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