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Like a cloud, you are soft. Like bamboo you bend in the wind. Creeping slow, you’re at peace because you know… it’s okay to be afraid.
My, what beautiful blossoms we have this year. But look, this one’s late. But I’ll bet that when it blooms, it will be the most beautiful of all.
"the time is drawing near now, it’s yours to claim it all"
Magic Mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?