| Selenite adores cold water consecration; it seems to simply resonate with a cool, grounded purity after I pull it from water. Sometimes it's held before a flame and I read between the fractures that run through the center like a cat's eye and split the light of the flame behind it into prismatic mirrors; each showing a different probability... Life is so fickle; the fates take no real favorites and sacrifices is ever present. That's what summer is to me; sacrifice and reaping. I'm reaping right now, but I'm also in the prime of life. May the probabilities be on my side. |
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