September 28, 2021

The ineffable essence of a forgotten dream articulates in a slender glass bottle filled with whiskers. Take a deep breath, blink twice, and send your secret self into peregrine reverie. Today the moon is in Cancer and someone is learning how to let go. Time ripens, bearing only the sweetest fruit.

Today: the mineral sea-green color found in the glaze of Egyptian faience, selenite, music in the key of C, the feeling of an itch that can’t be scratched, and the ethereal authenticity of moonwort fruit.

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