A lonesome chant in an archaic language can be heard in a remote forest inhabited by a feral clan of long-haired sibylline cats. Tilt your head to one side, hide yourself under the cover of night, and focus your internal antenna to the pull of the Galactic Center. The moon in Aries thinks you’re kind of cute. Will you stay awake to watch the sun rise?
Today: the color of pomegranate, aragonite, music in the key of E, the roar of an erupting volcano, and the tender nurturance of impatiens.
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