Interpretations

I walked upon a fascinating sight today, that of Orchid and Nadia engrossed in a Tarot reading. I'd never seen another of the Divine not from my caravan practice before. It truly was a sight to see, especially with the colorful booth set up. Mistress Nadia had chosen the Hermit card, and hopefully it enlightened her to her own situation. Miss Orchid insisted that she read my cards next, even though I was a bit hesitant at first. But it is always interesting to see how others interpret your life and your actions. I tried to be as generic with my question as possible, and it turns out I picked the Hermit card, too! Perhaps Mistress Nadia and I are on the same brainwaves. Heheh. Miss Orchid proceeded to tell me her interpretation of the card in relation to my question, and I believe her to be true. It's all about distance, no? Literally, we travel distances everyday, no matter how we get from Point A to Point B. (I prefer flying on my magic wings, actually) Hypothetically, if I distance myself from particular individuals, I may understand them better because I'm not clouded by their prescence. And does distance not make the heart grow fonder?

I'm going to think about these interpretations, if my brain doesn't explode first!

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