Take a deep breath.

This moment is yours. Take a deep breath.

This moment is yours.

This is naked on Kashmir.

This is Naked on Kashmir. The boy ran quick as rain, through grassy fields awake and dew,

and moon-dip steps a summer's night, through fireflies and sparkling stars, a glass

jar in hand, little cloud breaths up to the open sky, and there, so there at once, alone in that summer field she flew, a fairy shone, bright as day,

and the stars once bright dimmed back in crimson, jealous of the way she shone. She, the brightest bright he'd ever seen.

So bright she burned, for she loved him too.

And he took her gently in his hands and placed her in a jar, his love.

Safe now within his coat.

And back to town he ran.

A thousand laughs caught in his throat.

Everything he loved so finally his.

And with all the people's eyes around, he brought the jar out from his robes and held it high above.

His shining prize.

His love.

But alas, she was dim.

And though she tried, she could not shine so brightly. And the boy's heart fell, and the people turned away.

But I love her, he said, more than anything I could ever love.

Why can't she shine for us?

And the old man in the corner stood and walked up close to whisper something in his ear.

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