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Weaving my own wings
I wend my way home
not to a place
but a portal
of magickal birds
and a gift of air.
I undo the twist of rope
around my neck,
call in the nightingale's song.
Ravens spring from my tears,
prayer flags unfurl,
I am ready to fly.
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Pholarchos Tarot-- 7 of Wings---Weave your own wings, what are they made of?
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