Sign of The Origami Dollar

When I began writing today my mind drifted to a clever way to use the word "or," in honor of my new "or" tag. I considered using the term "Origami" but that ended up slipping my mind in the fallow fields. A little later a friend announced that a timeframe had come to an end, unexpectedly, and in an amazing way. I walked with him to 7-11 and in the parking lot I found this on the ground.

There is already symbolism for me to a dollar bill, as it is what my soulmate stole from me so early on (I'm guessing, from her perspective) in our dream adventures (that little robber!), so I tend to keep one in my wallet now at all times, in case she wants to do it again. The fact that I found this origami dollar today, and specifically at that juncture as I walked with my friend so that he could meet up with Hope (not joking there either), is astounding. I mentioned to a friend of mine yesterday that with this newest fold, if you will, it feels like the veil has become paper thin, absurdly thin, in ways I personally can see plainly, but I understand could not be so easily conveyed to others in definitive ways. While I understand these claims could still possess uncertainty for others who did not directly witness this event, it possesses no such uncertainty for me; I thought I would share the details, for the record.

This post also comes on the heels of a time artifact that I just discovered (or established?) a bit more directly than before. It is that of The Starry Night: Written of in 2019, referenced again in Starry Reverberation two years ago today for me- on the same day the term "time artifacts" became directly referenced/established on my blog- and then today (but before reading these things) that chapter of Two Dozen Roses- The Bard's Christmas Story became finalized.
*stompstompstomp*

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