The remote thought of an otherworldly thought-form echoes in a trail of paw prints that fade from view over time. Tuck yourself into a warm crook, blink twice, and trust that you have always been perfect, just as you are. The ocean floor forgot to tell you that the doors are unlocked and the windows are wide open.
Visualize one of these things today: the color of a snowy mountain top, rose quartz, music in the key of F, the feeling of crushed velvet between your fingers, and the emotional honesty of agrimony.
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Waxing Crescent
The moon is 4 days old