Blue is the light of the soul.
Mortals have two lights to protect:
White-gold, the light of love and sex, and blue.
With two golden threads, and Mozart.
Bonnie spoke sandwich.
P B and J. Mac and grilled cheese. Fried eggs…. Coneys.
Marigold, her mother, handled the high waters of single parenthood well enough.
With some help from her father, Joel, single himself.
But when Bonnie died of Covid-19, Marigold floundered.
Bewildered as he was, and putting aside as much of his law practice as he dared,
Joel stepped up, not knowing (who would?) quite what to do. It was beyond him.
We’ve never seen such grief as engulfed Marigold.
I watch over Marigold these days. She’s special to us. That’s the role I play in this.
I am known, to some, as The High Priestess of Tarot.
Somebody Marigold’s lost faith in.
And, sadly, there’s a limit to what my wisdom alone can do. The rest lies with her.
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