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But look at the most perfect contrast: Dripping from cocoons of life are rebirthing mermaids. They think their bodies are permanently damaged, but they are so young. But the pain isn’t real, I say to them: "it will go away." I say to them as they fall from the sky: "The pain isn’t real. Your spine isn’t broken. Your body is fluid, it is liquid, it is energy. You cannot break your bones, You are liquid, YOU ARE A UN-YET-MORPHED BUTTERFLY You have fallen, disheveled inside, but you will form into something better."

Our fairy-like mischief went something like this: The chi transfers. The coldest cold coffee forced into my burning mouth. But the party is over now: Broken glow-sticks.