wands tender_square i drew a card from the deck and placed it on the table. i scrutinized the solitary man, face unseen, gazing into the distance. the card portrayed promise, gave a glimpse of hope. i showed it to the woman at my left. she insisted the energy was all wrong. she took her pen to the card and crouched over it, her long hair became a curtain she hid behind. she slid the card back to me. between the three skinny saplings she had drawn two thick, imposing trunks without end. "he is always there," she insisted. "there are always five." i disagreed and told her so. "pull another card, then," she challenged. i shuffled the deck sloppily in my hands. a card jumped like a fish and landed in the crook of my arm. the woman attempted to hand the image back to me to return to the deck. "no, that's the card," i asserted. it was a major arcana, one i hadn't encountered before, with an open chest spilling golden light, slipping into blue. 230625 what's it to you? who go blather from