Lunar Wild Devotion There's a kind of woman

There's a kind of woman who has always carried something older than her years — a quiet authority

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The demands

and recognizes it the deepest

Of new beginnings

Lunar Wild Devotion There's a kind of womanShe doesn't operate on the world's schedule. She has her own rhythm. Her own cycles. Phases of expansion and retreat that the people who don't understand her call inconsistency and the people who do call wisdom. There are months she is full and bright and unstoppable. There are months she goes quiet, turns inward, tends to something only she can see. Both are real. Both are her. Both are exactly right. The moon has never apologized for its phases.