The fragile blueprint of a mystical enigma is inscribed in a spiderweb that hangs across a gated pathway. Tilt your head to the side, close your eyes, and think about the thing that makes you smile. Someone from your past thinks you should know that the doors are unlocked and the windows are wide open. Now is here for never.
Today: the color of wine, galena, music in the key of C, the feeling of sunshine on your shoulders, and the divine guidance of florentine rock rose.
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