Sunday, June 05, 2011

angel

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dabbling in the tarot lately. last night, before going out, i pulled the death card. end of cycle. transformation. regeneration. then i went out, the church bells rang, the guitars wept, and the past rose up to meet me face to face. there is no such thing as 'dabbling' in the tarot.

and the little ant climbs the foot of the angel of death.
to her, it looks just like any other stone.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

So it wasn't Easter, but Whitsun... And I feel happy, don't know why... Want to reveal myself...

Véronique said...

oh please do. reveal yourself.

Anonymous said...

Just click.