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Sunday opens with the kind of quiet that asks a question instead of answers one, Libra. Venus stays close to your growth direction, and the air around you carries a recalibrating hum. A family member calls earlier than expected, and the conversation finds a depth neither of you planned for. The afternoon belongs to one creative impulse you have been postponing: the playlist, the half-written letter, the rearranged bookshelf. Honor it without making it a project. A small choice about who you spend the late hours with shapes how Monday actually begins. The takeaway is that this Sunday rewards intimacy over performance, and the smaller room is the right room.