A lever sits within reach at your hip, and it gives the moment you throw your weight on it. Mars, the charge that tightens the tendon and springs, offers a clean angle to the rising horizon in your chart. It will not throw itself. It waits for you to choose the push, to plant your foot and drive on purpose as you cross the sill. When you do, your way of appearing picks up nerve, a clean decision riding in the step. The force hangs on offer like a tool slung at your side, ready the day you want to meet the world with more spring and less stutter in the opening move.
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