Planting these kind of seeds bears a sad fruit; bitter and and hard. There are too many outsiders and not enough skulking within. Pluto in Scorpio comes of age now at 24. Those years were like bones, pale and jutting through my skin, even now. You could channel an angel and feel your lips move, saying, "... thou shalt not toy with old sweetnesses, lest I slay me her child ..." just to hear how it sounds coming from your own mouth. So many sad songs, and not enough singers to sing them all. I yield to the Sun's prescription.
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who is this Sir anonymous?
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*hugs*
the TwitcHy one.
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if so, i hate to suggest something that works - hot salt water...as hot as bearable, as salty as bearable...gargle twice a day
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