The tenuous warmth of an eerie chimera is inscribed in a portal that has opened up in the sky. Stretch out your legs, lie across the back of the couch, and think about something that makes you purr. Someone from your past wants to tell you that shadows on the moon are darker than shadows on earth. Everything overflows.
Visualize one of these things today: the color electric blue, citrine, music in the key of D, the sound of water running in the sink, black hawthorn.
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Waxing Crescent
The moon is 7 days old