The leaves scatter to the winds in bursts of dying brilliance. Stars shoot across a morning sky seen by eyes looking upward in new ways. The darkness remains longer in the mornings now as even time controls shift in tune with the energy from the SOURCE. The week is different than any yet settles to new routines. New places. Acceptance.
When the trees return to greenery and the light lingers longer, the tribe will be more tribe and the herd more herd. The shift is now.
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