The fleeting spirit of a divinatory whisper is reified in the hollowed-out base of a thousand year old oak. Point your ears and raise your nose to the sky. Molten rock would like you to know that the greyest clouds are filled with the most rain. You are free.
Today: the color of coastal fog, hematite, music in the key of D, the sound of a raging fire, and the lunar intelligence of jacaranda blooms.
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Last Quarter Moon
The moon is 25 days old