I was stars once, and dust.
I was mountain and ocean.
I was fluff of the dandelion,
tail of the deer,
whisker of the mouse.
The worm ate me,
then shot me out.
I was the rock and sunlight.
I am the air breathing right now.
You know what?
I still am.
I am all these thing still.
'Grandfather, the stars, they look back at me.'
'No daughter, they are you,
You look at your own reflection
Bothar of the Hill People
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