Big Gray Spot on the Blog

Welcome to the strange void. This is the place where your imagination can run free. Or run for the hills. Or get sucked into another time and space. This is the white noise or gray fog or chink in the smooth surface or flaw in the weave for the spirit to live. I think that last one is a Navajo weavers belief, that they weave an intentional flaw into the bowl or vessel in and call it a place where the spirit lives. I think an African belief is that the flaw is where the devil gets out. Whatever your persuasion, here is the flaw in the blog...I have no idea how this big gray spot got here or how to get it off. I shall title it, "Contemplation of a Flaw."



Moving on.



Should "Contemplation of a Flaw" not properly reside within this blog exact blog post, note that the post it once partially covered is titled, "Earth's Prayer's," and that the first paragraph doesn't relate to the story at all. So you could start reading it at the second paragraph and not miss anything. The first paragraph is only an embarrassed disclaimer from me after Lisa told the Internet audience about my high school System of Annual Prom Attendance, with boys named Miller. Read the post. I can't repeat it.

Warning: These paragraphs are repeated as many times as were necessary to get the Big Gray Spot to reside on this blog post. Read it anew each time if you like. Or skip ahead.

Welcome to the strange void. This is the place where your imagination can run free. Or run for the hills. Or get sucked into another time and space. This is the white noise or gray fog or chink in the smooth surface or flaw in the weave for the spirit to live. I think that last one is a Navajo weavers belief, that they weave an intentional flaw into the bowl or vessel in and call it a place where the spirit lives. I think an African belief is that the flaw is where the devil gets out. Whatever your persuasion, here is the flaw in the blog...I have no idea how this big gray spot got here or how to get it off. I shall title it, "Contemplation of a Flaw."



Moving on.




Should "Contemplation of a Flaw" not properly reside within this blog exact blog post, note that the post it once covered is titled, "Earth's Prayer's," and that the first paragraph doesn't relate to the story at all. So you could start reading it at the second paragraph and not miss anything. The first paragraph is only an embarrassed disclaimer from me after Lisa told the Internet audience about my high school System of Annual Prom Attendance, with boys named Miller. Read the post. I can't repeat it.













still in the void....



















wheee!!!















whew it's murky in here!















i see the light! we're close! let us out!










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