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I sat with my glasses off and everything was blurry my heart was exhausted though my mind was in a hurry so I stared at the moon now a fuzzy white light and I sat there awhile
The mystical creatures of the deep blue, I sing a chores out to you. For the sirens that sing within in the waters, To the beauty of you're majestic ways, living amongst the sea otters.
Conception. Two cells coming together to create one new being. A small precious person growing, living. Compacted with purpose and potential in a tiny figure, so soft and sweet.  Ready to make the future reality.
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