There is a picture on my phone I do not recognize. Where did it come from? I'm the only one who shoots pictures on this phone. But I do not at all recognize this picture.
It is of shadows. It's silhouettes, I see now. There are two figures casting shadows within a gray rectangle upon a dark ground. They are in a certain pose, each aware of the other.
Who are they? And how did they come to be on my phone? I will send the picture to my computer account to look more closely.
I open the door of the Explorer and I glimpse something in a sandy shade of cover. It's a book we took out of Logos with others some time ago. It must've fallen between the seats and has lodged there ever since. It's been, what, weeks? I didn't miss it because I had others in a pile I dumped on the living room table.
I opened the sandy cover. Began scanning. Then reading.
I soon discovered a scene identical to the photo in my phone!
A couple of young women engaged in one another on a bed in an apartment with the bedside light on were apparently unknowingly casting their image in just sufficient glow for the purpose to the delight of passers on the street below.
I am frightened. It's a sign. But of what?
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