An unearthly incantation, illumed by a vial of auroral moonlight. Your prismatic stillness brings everything into being. Roll onto your back, take a deep breath, and visualize yourself transcending time and space. Someone whose name you’ve forgotten thinks you should know that the world is a mystery and time is a dream. Look behind you, is that a rainbow?
Think about these things today: the color of fireworks, carnelian, music in the key of A, the sound of rain on the roof, and the grounding courage of rock rose.
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Waning Gibbous
The moon is 19 days old