I broke a mirror yesterday when rearranging some furniture. I am actually not superstitious, but since the consequence of breaking a mirror is so famous, I couldn't help but being thoughtful.
Do you have these manias sometimes? You keep telling yourself that it doesn't mean something, yet your mind already wanders off to those seven years of bad luck, calculating how old you'll be then, when you're finally free of the curse.
And how wrong things actually could go.
And how wrong things actually could go.
*pic by truefriendship on flickr
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