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		<title>A Tarot Anthology: VIII. Strength</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He doesn&#8217;t need size to wield power.
He needs no weapons, no poisons nor venom to strike fear.
All he needs&#8230; is to be himself.
But now he sleeps.
Waiting for the right time.
Waiting for the moment when he can Become himself.
Become the One who will bring nations crumbling down to their knees.

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		<link>http://www.mirroredsoul.com/archives/20</link>
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		<title>A Tarot Anthology: VII. The Chariot</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She waits there, on the very edge of consciousness. She waits there, just for you, to step into her domain so she may whisk you away.
She&#8217;ll take you to places you can only begin to imagine.
She&#8217;ll show you visions of delight and pleasure. Of wishes and hopes and dreams. She&#8217;ll show you everything you could [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mirroredsoul.com/archives/19</link>
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		<title>A Tarot Anthology: VI. The Lovers</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There she is. Watch as she hovers in the air, watching and waiting.
There he is. Watch as he sits there, curious and impatient.
She sees him, and falls.
He&#8217;s the reason she swoops.
He&#8217;s the only thing between her and the ground.
But now she&#8217;s back in the air again, with him twisted around her claw.
Both airborne. Both together.
How [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mirroredsoul.com/archives/18</link>
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		<title>A Tarot Anthology: V. The Wisest</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was said that he was wise.
It was said that the knowledge of the ages resided in the coded etchings of his plumage, and that with his wide unblinking eyes he could peer past the veils of The Darkness to visit The Past, watch The Present and foresee The Future.
It was said he could tell [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mirroredsoul.com/archives/17</link>
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		<title>A Tarot Anthology: IV. The Emperor</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He sits on the edge of the rift, a lone lupine shape in the snowstorm, his grey-silver fur blending with the dark shadows of the falling snow. A single golden eye that stares, nay, glares directly into the soul, his other eye a luminescent opal with a single jagged scar cutting cruelly down the side [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mirroredsoul.com/archives/16</link>
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		<title>A Tarot Anthology: III. The Empress</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She sits there, her joints creaking with age, her fur worn down in places. She sits high up on her throne, surveying her domain with wisdom in her copper-gold eyes.
She takes whatever form she pleases, to suit whatever the situation calls for.
She is Dog; maternal, caring. She is Wolf; fierce, loyal. She is Fox; sly, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mirroredsoul.com/archives/12</link>
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		<title>A Tarot Anthology: II. The Seer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[People think they forget.
People think that just because they swim around endlessly, looping figure-eights in their bowls and ponds&#8230; people think that they don&#8217;t remember anything.
People don&#8217;t see them as they are.
Streaks of white and orange, honouring the infinite. With fins like veils of silk and satin, they honour The Lady, honouring the knowledge they [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mirroredsoul.com/archives/15</link>
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		<title>A Tarot Anthology: 1. The Magician</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Warmth&#8230;
That was what she registered, in the creature&#8217;s mind. Warmth, and love. And muted, so much more muted, was pain.
She watched as the hamster nuzzled each of her children with a protective air, nuzzling, indeed, with intent to calm and soothe. The newborn wriggled with satisfied comfort, seeking its&#8217; mother&#8217;s teats so it may feed.
A [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mirroredsoul.com/archives/14</link>
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		<title>A Tarot Anthology: 0. The Fool</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was time.
She knew it the same way one feels the presence of another. There was that pricking on the skin, the restlessness in her Self. And so she stood, gathered her Essence, cast her Sight. And thus she saw the many paths that had been laid before her.
Now, it was up to her to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mirroredsoul.com/archives/11</link>
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		<title>A Snippet</title>
		<description><![CDATA[(Moved from old blog)
Just a little something that hit me when my lecturer surprised me with a pop quiz.

It’s funny.
She looks down at the paper and all she could see… is paper. For a brief moment the strangeness in her mind clears and she sees things clearly. It’s her test paper, and she was to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mirroredsoul.com/archives/9</link>
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