Hold on tighter to what you remember yourself to be.
Hair darker than ebony, adorned in drops of gold, and eternal scars broadcasted to those who dare venture close.
Close your eyes with me. We’re standing at the edge of the cliff overlooking endless water.
Our hands are outstretched as air as fire as sand makes its round through our fingers.
Sometimes we need to be reminded of the boundlessness of our spirits.
And the way that atoms combined to create something reminiscent of divinity.
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