Are you superstitious?
When a black cat sashayed by my tread,
I smashed a ladder—and a mirror—dead,
Cracked my mum’s back, oh heck,
Seven years’ curse on my neck,
Tossed my luck, now I’m jinxed in my bed!
“All colors made me happy even grey.” Nabokov, Pale Fire
A German carpenter by day working hard to follow a Jewish carpenter, exploring writing as a creative outlet. Passionate about learning through practice and observation.
BB Grey--musings 
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