tiferet shebnetzach
I pick the clear Harmony stone from the bowl on the table and hold it on my open palm. I want it to fit
and there is nothing, which could be okay. I put it back and pick up the translucent Accept stone, hold it in my palm.
It is heavier. My head aches, and I pause, and I pocket it. Another person takes the Harmony stone and is happy. I hope
that it brings good for them. I hope that I can live in the single note, the note under notes. That I sing it.
That in singing it, my head aches less. And if it does not, that I remember to turn the stone over, then over again.
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