I wonder if I spend too much time preparing a certain kind of light for everyone else. But there is magic in the shadows, too—the parts of me that aren't a bright beacon, but something textured and perhaps a little bit messy.
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I wonder if I spend too much time preparing a certain kind of light for everyone else. But there is magic in the shadows, too—the parts of me that aren't a bright beacon, but something textured and perhaps a little bit messy.