And God gave me the sign

I prayed for a sign. I’m hoping that he’d tell me what to do. I asked for stars. Yes, that would be good. That’s something you don’t see everyday. So I pray for stars. Show me stars, dear God. Show me the star before I go to the office. That would be your sign to me.

And I saw a dilapidated parol on one of posts of an island near the intersection. Obviously it wasn’t taken out by the City cleaners. No, that can’t be it. Show me another.

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