The opaque multiplicity of a crystalline constellation articulates in the razor sharp claws of a skinny black cat. Find a warm place to rest, lick your paws, and tune into the language of the birds. Someone whose name you’ve forgotten thinks you should know that you are the eyes of the world.
Think about these things today: the color of ink, cinnabar, music in the key of F, the scent of crushed cardamom pods, and the heartfelt generosity of star thistle.
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Waxing Crescent
The moon is 6 days old