And once you fail repairing it, you melt it and hope for the resulting colors to surprise you and for the shapes to guide you and for the sharp edges to cut you. It envelops you, protects you, preserves you for a million years until a curious archaeologist discovers you, liberates you and tries to define the expression frozen on your face. Is it scream, is it smile, is it hope? He will never know. It is love. Eternal.
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