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This was my day:
Dawn Essence, as usual, a leaf in the wind, but it felt good has always
felt good, and I spun up into the air and showed myself over the Groves and
they shouted and cheered and we played tag across the length of Heaven, and
though I could outrun them all, I'd sometimes let them tag a ring, because
they wanted it.
Someone needed me on earth and so there I was and they all fell down like
houses in a fairy tale - straw, sticks, none of my children's enemies were
brick, and after I went and rode the subway with the kids for a while,
faces plastered to glass: Child, child, child, archangel, child. They and
I could see in the dark, see the bricks whipping past, read the graffiti
that was written on the bricks in the hidden dark walls and Seth, a Friend,
leaned up and whispered, pointing at something long since past, "I wrote
that."
And then back up up in a flurry, took on a Vessel of some average looking
man and crept through the Bazaar, pockets bulging, walked into Marc's place
as if it was mine and, weighed down but not heavy with most things I passed
and then made it to his office where he sighed and handed me an inventory
form and I grinned and filled it out and he smiled, reluctantly, and held
up a bottle of wine.
And breezed in late to some meeting or other in the Spires, listened for a
while and breezed out again, dashed through the Groves down lower and
knocked down a row of Michaelites, so sure of themselves, span off
elsewhere into the city and lost myself and came back and lost myself and
met someone who didn't recognize the Vessel, and we ended up in some room
in some still-staffed Creationer bar, rolling around, and after I went to
the mirror and the Vessel was red-faced from exertion, red-faced and he was
watching me in the mirror, he was watching me, he never stopped.
For a moment, the urge to break, and then I sped off, ducked my head to
kiss the girl, and was off, away, away, away, moving.
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