The subtle urgency of an otherworldly vision meanders somewhere in the shadows, while frostweed springs up in all of the gravelly places. Lick your softest parts and raise your nose to the sky. An ever-revealing something insists that you are the eyes of the world. Where do you feel at home?
Today: the color of red lipstick, black tourmaline, music in the key of C sharp, the light of the moon, and the heartfelt generosity of star thistle.
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