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Ten of cups There are girls in the forest, feet bare on the moss and solstice cool on their tongues. The veil grows thinner here, the two forests reaching for ...
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The moon The forest is sick in a way that is difficult to parse; it is the same but it is not. The sun is at an angle it has ...
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Judgment She has been falling all her life and only now, at the end, she has decided that this is what she wants.
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@BluesClues Thank you! It felt a little different and more out of my comfort zone, but I'm pleased with how it turned out. :) @alliyah Thanks! I also adore those ...
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The sun It should be more than this war held between the shoulder blades of a woman older than she deserves to be. She should have had more than a ...
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King of cups She is two women; page and king embodied in bodies doubled over a single space. (You have seen her in the corner of your eye; you have ...
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King of coins The forest is a woman who gets what she wants -- centuries of magic tucked in slim-leafed ferns and a lake of mirror glass. She has stitched ...
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Four of swords Honeycomb on her tongue is more like home than any place that has ever been mine. (If that were true, I would never be tearing it to ...
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Ten of coins Hang the stand of hives with black; there is too much here for one woman (she is a glutton, her heart more full of wonder than it ...
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The star She has come unstuck. (Time, in the forest, is strange; do you hear the way it turns her inside out? She is barely recognizable from the girl who ...
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Ten of wands How simple it is to forget beginnings, when steeped in an end. Cyclical; Death is a wolf on two legs keeping close account of her magic, and ...
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Queen of coins Motherhood was a torrential downpour a car without enough gasoline and four miles to the nearest station with a husband who flew off the handle at three. ...
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Page of wands The difference was the way she went to him in the beginning, she was a match struck against a tree branch she had climbed to the wavering ...
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Six of swords If I could see the future in a pool of water cupped between palms, I could tell that this decision is the one that will set my ...
Apr 3, 2020 -
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Nine of coins There is enough in grey fog clung to dark wood or a cottage with a hole over the sink that could let anything in. There is enough ...
Apr 2, 2020
