The wild depth of a quixotic poem is imbued in the forehead whiskers of an old white cat. Flick your tail, trot around the perimeter, and think about your most beloved human. A wandering desert ghost is writing you a letter to let you know that they think you’re kind of mysterious. Darkness invites you to let go.
Visualize one of these things today: the vibrant yellow of wintercress flowers, amazonite, music in the key of F, the feeling of wet grass under your feet, the expansive nature of tiger orchid.
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