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Fortune Teller

What is a fortune anyway? A bit of luck. A spark of magic, a reflection of spirit...Who could imagine what life will bring? A dance, a lover, a wedding ring. Gee. All of this, plus material things. Mixing of cards, arranging a tale, flailing of arms, sitting like a snail. One might prosper, one might fail. Who could predict such precarious fate? The one who plays it will set it straight. A picture perfect memory, a tragic ending. The one who lived it draws its conclusion. Life goes on like the artist's illusion..

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