I am that garden. That old magick which makes all things sprout. Full is my love. Newness blossoms forth from me, from my deepest soils, coiling and twirling on itself as it reaches for the heavens. In this season, I embrace the richness and certainty of the universe’s bounty for me -- proliferation.

I prosper. I multiply. All that I touch will nourish me, and all that nourishes me will flourish. Life-giving color will pour out of everything I do. I will become exactly what I was meant to be: blissfully, artfully divine. I will bloom from within, and grow all things around me.

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