28/08/2026
Sturgeon Moon.
Tonight, I stand at the water’s edge.
The sea breathes softly, its waves caressing the shore with infinite tenderness.
And the moon begins to disappear.
It veils itself.
It transforms.
Like everything that lives,
everything that flows,
everything that dares to change.
Beneath the water, the sturgeons continue their journey.
They move forward.
They transform.
They accept that nothing is permanent.
And I understand:
change is the only constant.
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