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This thing about four of a kind. See it in fiction, in film, those high school cliques and famous rock bands. Four individuals aligning together, like the cornerstones of a private clubhouse. Inside jokes and keeping secrets. The four become one, self-contained, secure, counter-balancing and emboldening each other. They turn their gaze outward, planning things. Us against them. Like an adventure, taking on the world.
So common it must be natural. Four directions, four elements, four seasons. Suits in a poker deck and the faces of the old tarot: page, knight, queen and king. Players of the court and the nuclear family. Feels like home to have a seat at the table. Checkerboard floors, winners get the glory, riches and fame. Write their names into history. Demons to their enemies and angels to the masses worshipping success.
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