#165

Game of Thrones is in the process of happening for the last time in its form as a premium television program. Tonight a climactic battle takes place.

For real, my money is on everybody surviving. I expect no main character will die tonight. They will ride out this darkest hour only to die later this season.

While I'm dropping predictions, Cersei's about due for a monstrous stillbirth, also. I expect this to happen. I do not expect them to confront the audience with it in too extreme a fashion, but one can hope. Yet one cannot help but notice that typically, however, entertainers who dish out hypergore and ripe tits like they're going to become illegal soon are rarely willing to show even the successful birth of a healthy baby head-on.  

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Leaf-clusters are growing larger, opening further, beginning to be their own leaves or form trios, starting to give the branches of all the trees and shrubs that fuzzy green screen when seen together in their clusters of angles and tangles from a slight distance. Flowers are open on most of the trees that bear them; magnolias all looking excellent this year, very strong. The musky, somewhat disturbing scent of the Callery pear trees is beginning to waft. Saw a little tree with russet leaves and delicate white slender-petaled flowers and little tree with acid-green leaves beginning to blush dark red and full round-petaled white flowers beginning to blush the lightest pink.

Gold light fell all over everything. A cool breeze blew gentle over and through, over and through. 

A chaotic universe. Truly beautiful.

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It was a great day at work today! I laughed so much. It was so fun. I work with some truly fine people. Some lovely folks. 


--JL