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For The Sunday Muse prompt #117: ** Breathe, in spite of beauty, in spite of the frailty of the blue orb floating free beneath your feet, stunning you. Breathe, because of beauty because the earth hugs you like a mother tethers her unborn child fragile in its parts guiding, calling, growing feeding. Breathe, because home centres you because wherever you are times and seasons are locked in an eternal dance Breathe, because.

For The Sunday Muse Prompt #110, \\\* The heart ponders what lies beyond the realm of sight, what hides in the place where dreams come from, where the beauty of a still night twinkles in the soft light. From afar it tugs at the strings of the curious heart, in its distance, a promise of salvation from the fires below.