I’ve always had an aversion to sharpness. Knives, anger, razors, reprimands, scissor blades, harsh words — all jagged edges that cut fear into my heart for as long as I can remember. So, when I first picked up Tarot and got to know the suits — between the heart-forward cups, the passionate wands, and the grounded pentacles — the cold, rational swords were immediately my least favorite.

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