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wilowisp
I've got someone who will count pomegrante seeds with me, and someone who will turn the stage lights on for me. I've got someone to trade vespers with and another to share spices with. I've got people who watch how my dice fall. I've got someone who will always ask me to dance. I've got someone who wants to take my picture.

I know mathemancers and dream-pushers, wordsmiths and book-eaters, jesters and spinners and dancers-in-the-air.

So why do I let someone I've never met make me feel inferior?


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If you figure out the answer, please share, because I know that feeling all too well.

But, like everyone above, I think you're awesome, so there. ;)

Thank you. I think posting like this was helpful. Not necessarily just in the comments (though I'm grateful for each one), but also in the writing. It helps remind me of the kinds of magic out there that has been given to me.

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