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I've been wanting to write this story for a while, but I can't find the one picture I have of it. Oh well, when I find it I'll just add it on to the end.

Full from dinner, we get into the elevator as we always do. The rumor is that the more likely one is to cause trouble, the higher in the dorm you're assigned. The first year I was put on floor four. The next, floor 24. I guess you could say that we became acquainted.

As the elevator brings us closer to our dorm we notice that the hatch in the roof of the elevator appears to be unlocked. We push the hatch open and stare at the dark above us.

Does the universe talk to you?

On Linus Rylander

Because it certainly talks to me. My entire existence mostly consists of following the little signposts put out by the universe.

Or maybe I'm just imagining things. Either way, I seem to be doing OK.

And, it appears that I'm supposed to start this whole blog thing again, so here I am, with a quick story:


Yesterday, me and my mother were out walking the dogs. (we have two).

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