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Figs

two of the tomatoe plants are in balance.   Their bodies…perfect….greeeen,  no mark upon them,   blossoms galore,

but limp.  drooping.

it's not lack of water.

i squat.  look.  feel.  

something is happening  under ground.   I think of the photographs on Margery's…Trickster's Hoard….the goslings and the turtle    LifeisLife

Alyssia and Emrie will FLY to Michigan tonight.   Alyssia's brother Jeff  (who lives with her after the death of his wife T going on 2 years now)  and his kids (Jax and Brinley)  will drive them to airport in Sacramento.   3:30 am something

they,  Alyssia and Emrie will go to the paternal grandmother of Alyssia in Michigan who has long planned some kind of Grand Memorial for all those who  have "passed".   died.   Which includes Alyssia's father.  Gary.  the boyfriend of my daughter Jenny,  or,  sort of a boyfriend…she was 15,  he was persistent,  she was impregnated with Alyssia's soul  (see Buddhist thoughts about reincarnation)  (see Caroline  Myss. Sacred Contracts) (see anything)   .    Gary was shot by his uncle at around age 19.  Alyssia remembers him taking her to the park.  Pushing her hours on end on the swing.  Jenny had no contact with that family.  Alyssia has.  On going.  Her grandma,  aunts, cousins,  brothers and sisters on that end.   They have loved her.  She went once,  10 years ago to see the Grandma.   since,  has used the excuse of no money.   Grandma,  a couple of months ago sent her an email.  Ticket bought.  date of flights.  no way out.    They fly.  3:30 something.  a week.  That family.  Which is HUGE.   Emrie is thrilled.  Cousins.  SO many cousins.   She will fly from a Hill in Oroville to a world of Family,   the Black side of her family….she has many sides…her own father is El Salvadoran but that's for another time.     A while ago,  Alyssia was commenting on her recent weight gain,  which happens,  makes No Sense,  is associated with her crazy body with Lupus,   and i said…she just looks

voluptious

she smiled.  Yes.  the Beautiful African Queen.

so….the beautiful African queen and her daughter,  the daughterof Earth,  fly.   Fairfarren.  i miss them already and they aren't even gone