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Dear Mother Nature:

It is with regret and remorse that I write to you. For although your skies are quaking, dark and pregnant with the promise of a most severe thunderstorm, I'm simply not getting my hopes up this time, only to be dashed by the reality that you've been the biggest tease of the season.

In the future, please just keep the skies sunny. All that tree-shaking, thundering and dark-clouding just doesn't fool me, now that I'm wise to your wicked ways.

Your last fan --
Teh Terri

B.C. (Hoping that reverse psychology works, and I actually get a great night's sleep...weeeeee)

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Words.

Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card
Which is blank, is something that he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself;

One must be so careful these days.
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