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And now without anymore adieu.

I cry you, rest your heart in mine, share my breath, become one with the cosmos.



We are nothing but stardust, and the gods. So we may as well act like it.

Grab hold of your soul, squeeze the last saccharine drops of your aura out onto the




ground before you.





Dive in to the puddle and decide. Are you the dancer?




Or the dance?





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