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‘Unspoken words are thy slave’. But what about those I never trysted in the dense forest of muses? Those I never got to know? Even on perfectly normal, routine and vanilla days, having cast a glance upon the wide blue yonder punctuated by stars, I allow myself to rise and levitate and venture through the inky darkness. There lies my arcane, eternal quest. Few impish shooting stars homing in on me came close on the wheel of another. Soon after a while, rumbling from the fiercely blazing cosmic furnace to scattered sparkling stardust, my eyes eventually alighted on a varicoloured bank of clouds scudding across the sky. Feathery and gossamer, glistening merrily. Could I seize a handful of wispy flakes and bring it to the slate of language, lovingly and deliberately sculpting them to a crisp articulation. Dursleys would never hold with such unadulterated codswallop! Would you?


Peace and love❦

Smita ℜay