The wild, refused self and the road you grow toward run side by side down one open slope, the ground already loose and warm underfoot. Lilith, the Black Moon at the lunar apogee, the untamed self past the fence, forms a trine to the north node, the lunar point of the direction you reach for. The part they wanted tamed and the way ahead share one climate, so your wildness does not bar the road, it carries you along it. What you were taught to hide now points you onward, asking for nothing back. Watch only that you do not assume the whole world moves toward what comes next with its untamed self loping so easily at its side.
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