Restored by the vigor; the vitality of shimmering enlightenment. Though the moment struck only briefly as I stood there watching it flutter away. As we said farewell upon departure, a glance was all that was necessary. One look and my perspective was forever altered. Tempted to draw out this inner sanctum, restored my lust for being. The essence of divinity found within my very own skin. All the answers sleep dormant patiently awaiting our caress. Not the melodramatic divinity spoon fed to me as a child. This wasn't the pseudo dip-fed luster, the introspective gods and goddesses were born in lights of quasars and remain in us as they always have. To the tinyest speck of matter to the self proclaimed evolved species. As told to me from the lips of a bohemian goddesses named Yasmine. Can a whisper be eternal?

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