You can stand in flat noon light and still feel a whole dawn come up behind your ribs, and you do not apologize for it. Jupiter and Neptune touch the same point in your chart, so dreaming and giving are cut from one cloth: the thing you imagine is already half donated, spent in your chest before it has a shape in the world. You believe big because your eye sizes the world generously. The practical call this naive, mistaking it for the permission you simply grant yourself. The slow lesson is sorting the vision that pulls you forward from the fog that only wears its face. A true pull keeps pulling the morning after the feeling burns off. Stand still long enough to learn which one is yours.
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