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She took a deep breath and got ready to exhale, to spread a million seeds to grant one wish. In a second - a moment composed of a thousand emotions, which have multitudes of histories that take up hours within a lifetime - she remembered more than she needed. What she remembered wasn't the past or the present but the forever continuing wisdom of truth. She looked at the dandelion in her hand, the deceivingly sweet seeds, and wondered if it was right for her to spread a weed. It only took a second for her to reevaluate reality; her wishes were just weeds under the guise of myths. Then in the next second - a change of mind that felt like a thought composed through years of wisdom and tribulation - she realized that in her fingertips wasn't a dangerous flame that would consume the valley but a jar of fireflies waiting to be released.
