On foggy mornings the walls between worlds are thinnest. A certain kind of clear evening is a good predictor of the right conditions. I rise early, bake muffins (chocolate with white-chocolate-shut-up-I-like-it-OK chunks, natch) and flip a coin. Heads, one universe to the left, tails one to the right. I head out into the fog, and walk until I feel the ambience change. If you don’t go too many universes your key should still work; I backtrack to alt-my house and leave the box of muffins on the kitchen bench. I know how much she needs a little kindness.
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