For some mysterious reason I am seeing hearts everywhere I look. They pop up in unexpected places, at unexpected times. Sometimes they're made of stone, of a flake of brick, of a piece of wood, of mirror fog. Maybe I'm interpreting what I'm seeing in my environment in a particular way. Maybe the universe is sending me a message. Maybe I'm imagining things and I am just a giant dorky froot-loop.
It's a bit uncanny, though, isn't it?
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