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ECHO MAGAZINE

You keep the orbit of Jupiter in your hands because it is so difficult to not trust others. There is something about the topaz night sky, Sagittarius, that draws you to everybody. This is either luck—something you have boatloads of—or a sense of optimism because not everything is so bad. When humans landed on the moon, they just knew what to do. They did something that was never done in history, and they rolled with it. This is why you matter, Sagittarius. You make the unknown reveal itself. There is little to not worry about, but that isn’t something that immediately worries you.

POETRYSCOPES

Your sign in prose

BEYZA OZER ILLUSTRATIONS BY TREVOR DAVIES

A week is a week, but a life is a life. These horoscopes are here to hold you when you need it. Take your time and begin to move forward.

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Stop writing eulogies for things that have not died yet. Instead, focus on the things that make you feel like both the sun and the flowers that turn their heads to follow it. There is still time to grow even if dreams are beginning to let you down. When whatever needs to align finally aligns, you will feel a slight push toward necessary change. Where that loss rests is also where the light of beginnings peeks through in your jacket pocket. Spend some time thinking about the sounds that happen within your body. Know that one day, the sounds will stop, but your memories will be surrounded by each other, taking it all in.

How often do you hide from your shivers, and do they end up finding you? If they do, read this: There’s no such thing as the “perfect” plan. The plans that work usually feel like settling, and the ones that don’t push you to try again. Don’t you agree? There can’t be an in-between because you can’t win either way in this scenario—whatever it is. If you sacrifice something, that plan can’t be perfect. It can’t be perfect because perfect doesn’t exist in this world unless we’re talking about “the end,” right? Nothing seems to matter in “the end,” so we can call something perfect without people giving us shit.

Columbia College Chicago ECHO 2017