Saturday August 7th
Day 108
My still cocooned toes are throbbing now - like music trapped in a drum. Too much dancing at the party under a ceiling of dangling helium balloons - rainbow coloured bubbles waiting to fly off into the black velvet sky where planets are lining up into the shape of a cross. An auspicious constellation which hasn’t happened for thousands of years - or maybe ever before. I wonder what it means.
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