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My blog--I pull a card--if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it is for you? |
| Skyward My wings are made of rainbows. I soar above dun colored mud fields of virus, of politics avoiding conflict's sting. I delight in wind, rain, stars, and clouds. I leave, in my wake colorful contrails. 9 lines for:
Children Tarot--XIX--Happiness--A far off and beautiful land. |