The allure of an arcane sonnet constellates ineffably in the brindled coat of a golden-eyed tortoiseshell. Curl yourself into a ball, close your eyes, and count dustbunnies until you fall asleep. The moon in Virgo thinks you’re kind of mysterious. Go where you feel most alive.
Today’s elementals: the color of a porcelain teacup, heliodor, music in the key of B, the feeling of sunshine on your shoulders, and the grounding properties of fenugreek.
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