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I am writing a novel that is rewriting me.


Death is the only true magician.


Dreams need to be ripped open, their layers discarded like gift-wrap in order to come true.


Happiness is not created. It is uncovered.


Words should be harvested like crops.


Being mindful makes my mind full.


Breath is a gift that stokes the fire of life.


I am human. I know nothing.