damals, in der Nordsee…
Some of my fellow Team Tiny Pepper members (Go NanoPoblano!) have been ruminating on astrological signs. Since I’ve never been very creative, I thought I’d take a stab at mine, too. I am feeling pretty stabby at the moment.
First, let me say, that I don’t believe in astrology. I don’t trust some really old dead dudes to categorize all of the people who ever have and ever will exist on this planet into only twelve categories. People are way more complex than 1 in 12.
“But, Fish, it depends on your rising sigh!” you yell at me for no discernible reason. Some of you get pretty sensitive about this stuff. No offense intended.
“That may well be true,” I counter, “But I have no idea what my rising sign is, nor to be perfectly honest, any idea what that even means.” I could make something up, but then…
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