September 19, 2021

A quixotic pattern of strangely familiar symbols constellates in a trail of holographic paw prints. Look past your whiskers, recall a fuzzy daydream and focus your gaze on Venus hugging the horizon. The moon in Pisces is a poem that writes itself. Gently slide into becoming.

Visualize one of these things today: the color ultramarine, ocean jasper, music in the key of A, the taste of saltwater, the grounding clarity of clematis.

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