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(Astrology Explored) The only sound in my office is the tapping of my pen on my notebook. I look at the clock again. Damn it, the woman promised to be here yesterday, but then again, she’s not the most punctual. Then she canceled at the last minute, blaming it on Mercury in Retrograde, and promising with a “pretty please with a cherry on top,” to make our appointment today.
About to give up on the whole thing, my doorbell rang, and there she stood with a smile and a bunch of flowers in her hand. She wore a draped gossamer moonshine dress and silver sandals with straps that wound around her calves. It was the perfect outfit to commemorate her move into the sign of Cancer.
“Hello, Venus,” I said.
