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Melancholy. The Swords,... They gleam,... they are magnificent,... hanging on the stone walls of This Castle,... that tower high above me. Melancholy. I am filled with Melancholy. Overflowing. An abundance. Flooding. Overflowing. Permeating. I sit now, at the base of These Stone Castle Walls, that tower high above me. The Swords so magnificent, gleaming, hanging silently on the wall above me. I am filled with This Liberating Melancholy. And The Flower Petals, Of The Cherry Tree. Falling. Floating. Into The River Basin. Flooded. Still. Quiet. Peaceful. This Melancholy. ######## https://www.elliotoracle.com/blog/2017/6/28/the-card-of-the-day-the-nine-of-swords