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January 17, 2019
January
My mother spent days of nothing,
rocking and smoking
lost in her tangled thoughts.
She died at 54.
At 67 I like to sit
in my plastic rocker
and gaze at our lake
watching the cattails turn
to pollen and dust.
When you participate
in the sorrow
and the mystery
everything changes.
Tarot of the Crone--Witch of Wands--Sorceress---Make such magic as you've never dared to dream before.
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