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My Beautiful Story

This story began as a sensation in

the center of your heart that

seemed unreasonable

& directionless.


It moved slowly, through heartbreak

on hotel floors, to sensitive

moments around people

who didn’t care about

an ultimate question.

Some told you to give up;

others said it was impossible.


You thought, “There is

something more—there has to be.


When this thought was set free by

its maker, the floor beneath you embraced

the shock of your seeing it, and the

color of your eyes transformed to honor a vision that blinded

you.


The people around you started noticing something different.


You cannot go back now.


That’s not how magic works.

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