The flickering truth of a vivid dream spins wordlessly in a mirror’s reflection. Sharpen your claws and allow yourself to be swept away by the beauty of all things. There is never really any way of knowing. Icicles are melting.
Think about these things today: the color of aquamarine, phantom quartz, music in the key of F, the scent of tuberose, and the silver-speckled balance held by lungwort.
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