The unusual clarity of an eerie dream resounds in a remote woodland inhabited by a clan of feral cats. Arch your back, chase a lizard, and think about your most beloved human. The night sky wants to tell you that the moon is slowly drifting away from the earth. Let it bleed.
For today: the color of pink carnation, amazonite, music in the key of A, the feeling of crushed velvet between your fingers, and the radiant personality of sunflower.
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