"I once stood on a balcony, peering out into the green woods, as small puffs of white floated seamlessly through the warm air. I reached my hand out to catch this cotton, this feather, and finally scooped one into my palm. It was a tiny insect, its size the head of a sewing pin. It had red eyes and a white body, with wisps of snow hair sprouting out in all directions. It snuck across my hand before catching the wind and floating off with the rest of its fluffy brethren. This is why I create."
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