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October 31, 2010
There, suspended between fire and water, cradled by the sea and caressed by the sun, I waited for the sky to strike me through the heart, and send me--coughing and sputtering--to the iron grasp of the earth.

"What was my crime?!" I cry while fighting to keep the bubbles locked in my mouth.

You were born, the earth says in a voice that does not speak.Your very existence upsets the balance of this world. Your soul is different. Wrong. Too bright. Too strong. Too conflicted. We cannot allow it any longer.

Darkness is a silky, comforting thing.