here as an anchor to use between the moon rituals if need be x
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My love, my love feels it all. There’s no feeling, no nostalgic journey, no fiery sunrise my heart hasn’t felt. Longing–for flower-tinged gifts, held by the one who shows up in bright-eyed knowing of the depths of me. Holding near–the sweet voice found when I know I am loved.
–moon-ruled heart
from my book where the heart goes to bloom.
here as an anchor to use between the moon rituals if need be x
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