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Today's Stichomancy for Naomi Campbell

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Hunting of the Snark by Lewis Carroll:

While the Beaver confessed, with affectionate looks More eloquent even than tears, It had learned in ten minutes far more than all books Would have taught it in seventy years.

They returned hand-in-hand, and the Bellman, unmanned (For a moment) with noble emotion, Said "This amply repays all the wearisome days We have spent on the billowy ocean!"

Such friends, as the Beaver and Butcher became, Have seldom if ever been known; In winter or summer, 'twas always the same--


The Hunting of the Snark
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lock and Key Library by Julian Hawthorne, Ed.:

the evening before, as it had been for the last three hundred years, except in my dreams.

Yes, that was it; nothing but a dream,--a gruesome, haunting dream. With an instinct of wiping out the dreadful memory, I raised my hand wearily to my forehead. As I did so, I became conscious again of how it hurt me. I looked at it. It was covered with half-dried blood, and two straight clean cuts appeared, one across the palm and one across the inside of the fingers just below the knuckles. I looked again towards the bed, and, in the place where my hand had rested during my faint, a small patch of red blood was to be seen.

Then it was true! Then it had all happened! With a low shuddering

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake:

THE LITTLE BOY LOST

'Father, father, where are you going? O do not walk so fast! Speak, father, speak to your little boy, Or else I shall be lost.'

The night was dark, no father was there, The child was wet with dew; The mire was deep, and the child did weep, And away the vapour flew.

THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,


Songs of Innocence and Experience