The lines on time were drawn; they were given the third degree. There were many folds torn wrong in minutes, seconds flatpacked. & the pumpkin still it slept.
Today, the first half of 26 Boxes, an Envelope & ends. When tomorrow comes, the masks come off and things start to change.
Most of the 24 boxes that were sent out have come back. Some of them developed into proper correspondences and these pieces are either in the air somewhere, or sitting….in someone’s hands, on a table, or maybe in a box.