Confession: I’ve never held much faith in the divine.

In elementary school we would play MASH, folding fortune-tellers out of crisp notebook paper, trying to discern our futures from a schizophrenic jumble of words and names on carefully-colored squares. As young adults in the midst of quarter-life crises, on the cusp of adult responsibility and nostalgic for childhood optimism, we turned to the stars, seeking answers in astrological signs…




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