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* * * fire I will take hold of my life. I will live it till I
squeeze the last golden drop of possibility from its veins. I will force
myself into loneliness and introspection, because all things begin in that
space that belongs only to you. The fire still burns before me, blue and
gold, sharing my loneliness, and wishing me home with all its strength.
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