Five of pentacles: Today will stretch itself out in front of you, a labyrinth or labor while you grope numbly for sleep. Steel yourself against the cold. There is work to be done and spring is not here yet.
Knight of swords: Why are you fighting? When the mob comes to your door, pitchforks in hand, how will you receive them? Why is it so hard to find what you're searching for? Are you making it harder to find then it needs to be?
Four of cups: What have you been given today? What have you seen and refused today. When you spend all day with your head in the clouds, you'll have wet feet by sundown.
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