go in see dance
I'm not the superstitious type. No destiny, no fate, no divine intervention, no, garlic doesn't work against vampires. I suppose I'm actually something of a casual causal determinist, so really, I shouldn't believe in coincidences either. Whatever you want to call these moments, however you want to believe they occurred, they did, and that's enough for me to want to preserve them. Or to be compelled to preserve them. Either way, I saw some strawberries and made some jam.