Sunday, March 18, 2007
palmistry
I used to get out books on palm reading (and napkin folding) when I was a kid. Now I live with a woman whose grandmother made a living during WWII by reading palms; V's got the art down. Here's something you may not know: the lines on your right palm change. Yesterday I learned that my palm is drastically different than it was a few months ago. My life line has utterly absorbed my head line. Thwack. No more twin "M"s. What does that mean? Well...I'm pulling for growing pains. That the head will re-establish itself in a healthier relationship to my life in the months to come.
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