Tlalticpac
STRIKE YOU FROM THE LIGHT
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Ooc — lauren
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into the fresh pat of snow she scribes the shape of a triangle.
at its head the moonstone glimmers, facing east where the mouth of the shape funnels good energy into new beginning.
at each foot a tithe. to the right the flesh of a ground squirrel. earth. steadiness. persistence.
to the left, the path she practices -- the bound form of a small winter wren. flight. progress. new horizons.
she draws obsidian across her wrist and dribbles fresh blood into the snow; it lands in perfect patters, crimson stark against white.
she invokes coyolxauhqui to watch this newly consecrated place, eyes closed as a passel of clouds obscure the waning light of the moon above.
at its head the moonstone glimmers, facing east where the mouth of the shape funnels good energy into new beginning.
at each foot a tithe. to the right the flesh of a ground squirrel. earth. steadiness. persistence.
to the left, the path she practices -- the bound form of a small winter wren. flight. progress. new horizons.
she draws obsidian across her wrist and dribbles fresh blood into the snow; it lands in perfect patters, crimson stark against white.
she invokes coyolxauhqui to watch this newly consecrated place, eyes closed as a passel of clouds obscure the waning light of the moon above.
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