A dusky variation of a celebratory procession is brought to culmination at the burial place of a beloved temple cat. Roll onto your back, trot around the perimeter, and bump heads with your future self. Someone you used to kiss is using telepathy to tell you that they get nervous around you. In darkness: the exhilaration of a train whistle in the dead of night breathes into you new life.
Think about these things today: yellow ochre, smoky quartz, music in the key of C sharp, the scent of geranium, peacock plant.
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Waxing Crescent
The moon is 5 days old