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It was a series signs that brought me towards Aphrodite as well.
I saw swallows in the morning. They landed in front of me and just lingered there and then took off and began mating right in front of me, then that day I found a strand of seashells and saw a pigeon get hit by a car.
Most of the times I have partaken in oysters I found small pearls.
I always had this thought that Friday was the proper holy day. To the point of annoying subconscious level, I would think it was church day for friends, and only later realize, no those weirdos do that on sunday.