Okay. This doesn't exactly sound like a horoscope, so I guess it just catches the essence of the Aquarius. I don't know. This one could be all wet.
Aquarius
Oak trees are truly beautiful things. I spent a week living in an old oak forest, sleeping on a bed of leaves and moss, drinking straight from an ancient spring, sustaining myself on wild boar jerky and trail mix. The sound of the wind through the trees was all the entertainment I needed. Maybe one day we can go back there Aquarius and begin to live again.
So tell me, Becky, Justin: was this you? Any other Aquarius's want to speak up? Boar jerky?? I guess it could fit? Hmm. You tell me.
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