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Almost in the now.

From Flotsam To Jetsam

A gibbous waned, the moon's diminishing shine piercing the clouds racing past overhead, as a birth was being staged between two towering mountain pine trees. A mother pushing against the trees, fingers digging into the bark, face straining in pain. The flotsam escaped; I dropped like a stone falling onto a pile of fallen leaves and pine needles gathered together, ensuring a safe landing. A first fall, a possible first concussion, with many more falls ahead. While I don't remember any details, some thoughtful relative snapped a Polaroid picture of the tiny fallen angel's arrival. And as uncomfortably embarrassing as it has been to see that picture repeatedly, for many years now, I would not have believed a word of this birth story without it.

... the above was read to you by an A.I. generated voice; my words, its voice.

 Highlights & Speed bumps 

  birth, parents, grandmother, Cherokee, tarot, sister, uncles, aunts, cousins, farming cows & tobacco, school, speech issues, sports, reading, emancipation, walking, hiking, camping, trails, magic, magick, relationships, parenting, children, flying, computers, software, journaling, video, audio, writing, ... 

All I say is by way of discourse, and nothing by way of advice. I should not speak so boldly if it were my due to be believed. Michel de Montaigne