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Deal 1418 Preview

Vexing Vexillography:
The flag: Fear, chicken, Gramophone, and fork
On a field of pale yellow (#ffffb3)
Bordered in white (#f7f7f7)

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Deal 1318: Outlook cloudy.

It always starts with a bird.

This time, it was bird after bird after bird. They just kept streaming at me, around me, over me, through me, ooh, that tickles!

Birds flying through me ought to bother me more, but it seems to be something that just happens.

I remember being clumsy, when I was awake. But now, I just float here and watch it all.

The birds keep coming. First it was swallows in a full-form swarm.

Then it was an echelon of geese. They cut through me like I wasn’t even there.

I should fear the geese more, but I can’t seem to bring myself to fear anything anymore.

From my vantage, everything but the birds is so far away, below me, and unable to touch me.

I can just watch, and maybe send a bird or two for help.

The only real problem is that my nose itches. And I’m pretty sure I don’t have a nose any more.

Any more.