Cheers to another year of activated intuition, imagination, intellect, and predictive spontaneity! Sometimes intuition is staring us directly in the face. Don’t fret. These aren’t the gates of Hell. They’re an exit into the world of the wild, the unexpected. Be brave, dear adventurer. Your quest awaits. May the light of dawn to dusk guide your way. When you find yourself immersed in darkness remember your inner, divine spark kindling within.
Subtle color correction, but otherwise unaltered in any way. A natural Eleven : Eleven tribute that’s been staring at me for two years every time I visit Mom and Dad. It’s funny how things hide in plain sight.