Miracles

Existance is beautiful.
Like the glistening arms of a nymph stepping out from the rage of an ocean, life bleeds with the juice of the moment. There are storms that inhale the sky. When the sky wakes up, the day has yet not come. So the sky and the moon tell stories of the first fire to an audience of burning stars.
A little girl with fire in her hair, the first fire of her world, draws eight squares on the dust in her feet. She jumps into one-and out of one-and into one--
Hopscotch.
The story of existance.
And Love.


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