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Wading In An Obsidian Sea of Nostalgia

The Cancer moon has bestowed upon the night's sky, and I'm wading in an obsidian sea of nostalgia.

Rose-quartz feelings abound–I reminisce over our late-night shenanigans brimming with drunken laughter, and naked summer afternoons teaching you Spanish.

You were the spellbinding caprice that sparkled my fascination–full of mischief, and a tender vulnerability.

In retrospect, I was too jaded for the unconditional embrace you longed for, but hopefully the current beard isn't. You're most magical when you're happy, and King Duck and I hope he makes you smile.