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I once had a cocoon
In which I grew and I bloomed
Within that chrysalid
I blossomed and I hid
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I once had a magic cloak
Under which I invoked
From beneath its protection
All sorts of benedictions
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For me and mine, of course
But you and yours, as well
I share what I know of Source
In code, story, and spell
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I now remove the shield
And light up every field
For once I had camouflage
And once I was mirage
About the Creator
Whimsical Wanderer
Narrative threads are everywhere, weaving through realms and stories. Words are vital vibrations, connecting us to deeper truths. I joyfully dance with them, co-creating tapestries of meaning that resonate beyond the page.
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