Aquarius weekly horoscope: What your star sign has in store for August 3
Read on to see what's written in the stars for you today.
AQUARIUS
JAN 21 - FEB 18
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The full moon is all yours and so is the field – whether love, work or homelife is your prime goal.
You wear your heart on your sleeve this week, however hard you may try not to – and all the right people will notice, and respond.
Saturn's negative slant may hold up some big words, but never doubt they are on their way, and they will be welcome.
A red flag can link you to luck.
DESTINY DAYS Get ahead in summer de-cluttering, on Monday. Navigate round a 'B' work barrier on Wednesday.
Follow up on a local offer over the weekend.
LUCKY LINKS: Two brothers who share a birth month. A musician with a French name, or accent. Words that end in 'N'.
What your zodiac sign says about your home decor
MARS MOMENTUM: From now right through till late September, you have Mars-enhanced ability to make major learning and earning choices.
Yes, you may need to leave your comfort zone, but this can have spectacular results.
After a time of inner turmoil, your view of your future, near and far, is crystal clear, energising and so positive.
You can finally cut short a love or life journey you sense is going nowhere. And do it in ways that are kind, but clear.
So there's no backtracking.
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