Eikṓn Equals Essence: The Pictures on the Petit Lenormand

Twelve o’clock.Along the reaches of the streetHeld in a lunar synthesis,Whispering lunar incantationsDissolve the floors of memoryAnd all its clear relationsIts divisions and precisions…T.S. Eliot, Rhapsody on a Windy Night It is now over ten years since I first started writing about the Petit Lenormand. Not that it was ever the intention or purpose of …