I sent my godchild the Tarot deck of dragons I had owned since I was his age. I always loved its Hermit shining atop a promontory, the Tower with the red dragon at its roots. It seemed like the right time. He drew the two of wands straight off and loves it. I have fulfilled one of my godparental obligations. It could have been a set of bongos.
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- 1: My old body that you buried with the mud and the timber
- 2: With life and so much loss, time has weighted us
- 3: Out in space, coast to coast
- 4: Like a sprig of yarrow caught in the dark
- 5: The moon still rises on everybody else
- 6: To the green field by the sea
- 7: Eating cereal, remembering the sky
- 8: We'll tell you of a blossom and of buds on every tree
- 9: Am I lost inside my mind?
- 10: And the biggest old rascal come tumbling down first
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