Аннотация
On shore the night beacons are ablaze.
Once more to guide the neophyte through blinding haze.
And once again the clipper gracefully flies,
Like a nimble seagull, piercing through ignorance and lies.
The piano's tuned as in days of yore,
With the master's skillful hand — behold!
It's time to go, the lighthouse beckons, head for shore.
Follow your inner light, my friend, be bold!
Although the sands of time have ruthlessly erased
The tracks of former bygone days,
Yet your thirst for knowledge and new ways,
Still remains strong and totally unfazed.
... once again, torn threads of tracks and traces
Weave together into a broken chain.
But from a distance, from above,
It seems like an ellipsis... An endless trail of trailing dots...
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This book is a reference attachment to the book "Tarot and the Medici Solitaire. A Self-Study Guide to Stalking". Gallery of correspondence to the Minor Arcana of the Tarot.
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