The numinous rhythm of a tender heart echoes steadily from twin vessels made of cinnabar. Tilt your head to the side, run to the window, and search for a cloud shaped like a rabbit. A kelp forest whispers to you: When will you wake up to watch the sun rise? You probably already know what to do.
Today: the color of pink candy hearts, honey citrine, music in the key of E, the smell of sulfur, and the deep soul memory of evening primrose.
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