The tenuous magic of a mystical vision inscribes itself in a coded poem written for an ancient temple cat. Roll onto your back, shift your eyes to the center, and light a candle for all things far gone and out. Your secret sister who is vibing off of Mercury in Leo is writing you a letter to let you know that the Pleiades are waiting for you to come home. Fate is a memory of the future.
Allow yourself to be touched by one of these things today: the color of sunshine, phantom quartz, music in the key of F, the memory of someone you once loved, and lemon balm.
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