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Suzie's Painting

Hello Dear Readers,
            Today was a sad and strange day.  I had to make the decision to get rid of the former tomato, now purple pod plant.  The roots were beginning to grow out of the pot and along the shelf.  I was starting to hearing things moving around inside the pods.  So with sadness in my heart, I threw it into my building’s dumpster and prayed that it doesn’t attack the next person who uses the dumpster.
            After that, I decided to move the mystery lamp out of the closet.  After seeing the strange mutations it induced in the tomato plant I was hesitant to place it anywhere nearby.  Then I figured I can always just unscrew the mystery bulb and leave the regular light in place.  I decided to place it underneath an abstract painting, my sister, Susan did of the beheading of Anne Boleyn.  I moved the card table I found next to the dumpster from the closet and placed it beneath the picture.  I placed the lamp on it when suddenly one of the legs gave out.  The lamp fell on its side and the mystery bulb burst with a flash, momentarily illuminating the painting, leaving the smell of ozone.
            I stood there startled for a moment.  Because when the strange iridescent light from the mystery bulb briefly shone on the painting made for me by my beloved younger sister (Hi Susan!) it revealed something totally unexpected.  There was a strange twisting geometric figure.  Both obtuse and acute at the same time, folding in itself while it appeared to expand.  It was another geometric figure from the codex.  Oh, Susie what have you done?  That makes three figures accounted for now.  I feel myself getting drawn in Kevin’s Crossing’s mysteries.  It’s becoming harder and harder to be the neutral observer that I strive for.

I’ll keep you updated!

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