Fourteen degrees Taurus—an old lady selling bunches of violets on a street corner
I've felt old most of my life The time spent figuring out What I've always known That the older I get the less I know That the more I become comfortable in my own skin The stranger and more grotesque the World appears
How strange to find myself at a crossroads And barely able to satisfy To always be comfortable is a skill, A blessing…
But then who wants to be comfortable in a storm or A swirling vortex?
Title quoted from "Degree Analyses Part II: Chandra Symbols In the Horoscope" by John Sandbach
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