I awoke 3 times from the same dream in which I had chanced upon a degraded enterprise operated from a "goody 2 shoes" who was Kind Hearted but out of touch with Business Industry, not the noun, the adjective. In the dream I entered what should have been a flower and plant emporium, of the nature of niche-ism, the one which availed the owner's identity as "selling point". Her place was a mess. Idiosyncrasy had devolved to DeSilva's IDIOT-syncrasy and she needed all the help she could get. Even within the dream I recognized her as "Crone", the Sage Witch of Jungian Archetypal Periodic Table--- she had yellow teeth, a sledge-hammer of frog-as-princess identification.
How she was able to procure even minimal sustenance was question formidable. She had precious little on her shelves, the floor was littered with Treasured Useless deemed HIGHLY-SOUGHT and you could tell, rather I could tell, she was one of Those that could perceive Rare Beauty in the common place of gadget and gizmo.
Adorable about covers it.
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