Eight of Pentacles

entrancing/understanding

thin snow-covered branches in fogged light, tightly wound red buds at the tips of all the twigs. the thin branches reach up and out in a triangular shape, growing and stretching for the top-right. out-of-focus twigs and snow warp in the background. — entrancing

more thin snow-covered branches in fogged light, many more red buds, a pale pinkish cast over the image — understanding

if I go now, the snow will still be there. and if I stop here, I can stay longer. a crow says so; it’s time to buck up and tolerate the ice in my nostrils.

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