A hybrid spread made in my junk journal.
Journaling: I have always loved owls. I don’t know if it’s because of a television show when I was a child, where one of the main characters was an owl, I loved that show! Or maybe it was because my father called me barn owl when I was a kid. I believe...
Moodswings, like weather, so unpredictable,
Good days, bad days, ever so typical.
Sunny smiles turn stormy and gray,
Calm fades to chaos, night over day.
Yet in the swings, beauty does reside,
In life's ebb and flow, where feelings hide.
Embrace the shifts, both high and low,
In their dance...
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