Clootie

I have been waiting and hoping to see a clootie on the clootie tree that I didn't put there myself. Today there was this fluffy bit of dark blue wool carefully wrapped around a branch. 

I was photographing the new clootie when a young woman came by and we talked. She was pacing the block, she said, on her way to have an MRI. She had beautiful long black hair in ringlets. I suggested she tie one of her hairs to the tree as a prayer. She did. I've been praying for her, hoping that her test results were reassuring.

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I seem to have finally made it to a thousand blips.
Who better to celebrate with than Leonard Cohen?