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My blog--I pull a card--if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it is for you? |
| Forever Young I want to wear my heart on my Self not just on my sleeve. I did when I was young imbued with hope and lit by a holy spark. Found feathers were magic wands to clear away the shadows. Storm clouds were just languid shapes in water. I open to that now, a cross I will gladly bear. 12 lines Prompt: picture of a young girl carrying a bedraggled feather Pholarchos Tarot--10 of Wings--Can the mind be wide enough to invite all things? |