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The Myst

The myst. 

Perhaps the myst that surrounds us is our friend. 

A brilliant creation of our own making.

Traveling with us, in each and every moment. 

Stalwart yet tender. Sensitive and tenacious. 

Brightly colored. Chosen with love and care.

Wrapping paper. Not obscuring, nor obfuscating. 

Heightening each moment of discovery. 

Accentuating this joyful precipice. 

As we unravel the mystery. 

The love, that we already are.

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