Pure.

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Pure wizardry, life so tiny – willful, warm; the light off a glowing hearth.
How have you done this? To grow and know where to go?
What will I do next? Just stand, and watch, and be?
Words escape. The weight of the world grows.
Tears escape. Invincibility takes its place.
Not one experience taught me much,
As a tiny life, clutched in my hands.
Endless nights of waiting, caring,
All to see that one smile, alas,
I am once again, in love.

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And what is more beautiful than time, south of space and west of your heart?

Loop.

What comes after the ineffable flow of heart?

Fear.

There it sits, a globe, an orb. It glows in the dark, a questioning glow that looks harmless yet sinister…