Welcome to the rosewater threshold of the zodiac, where feeling becomes form and memory grows a heartbeat...
Cancer I isn’t a place you arrive at—it’s a place you return to, like a scent that opens a trapdoor in your chest. Here, under Venus’ velvet sway, the sun doesn’t just warm you—it remembers you.
This first decan of Cancer is not about sentiment…
It’s about soul contracts, eye contact that unspools lifetimes, and the unspoken language of limbs leaning toward home. It’s the kind of love that doesn’t knock—it’s already inside, rearranging your furniture and humming a lullaby you never learned but somehow always knew.
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