My hat is frozen to my head

[sovay]

On my way home in the icy mixed rain that passes for our latter-day nor'easter, I found a twig of flowering tree on a streetlit lawn. There was no evidence of the rest of the tree. I brought it home for spatch.

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[selkie]

I’m telling you. I’m telling you! It can sleep on the porch! I’m glad it likes you and it followed you home but it’s not from around here!

[sovay]

I’m telling you. I’m telling you! It can sleep on the porch! I’m glad it likes you and it followed you home but it’s not from around here!

Who's from around here, around here? It can be at home!

[selkie]

I woke up to say: I think you ought to show Porchie, the Uncanny Orchid to your mother.