Mimicking the scales of Libra itself, the world offers balanced platters of comings and goings: decay and wilt alongside flurries of fiery coloration; slow recoil and retreat next door to bold emergence; and the general hoarding and feasting (I’m talking to you, D. squirrel) before the winds and skies change altogether for whatever might come next.
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