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For prosperity: The Illumination

Sometimes they rose up inside her, these moments of fierce happiness, kindling out of their own substance like a spark igniting a mound of grass. It was a joy to be alive, a strange and save joy, and she stood there in the warmth and destruction of knowing it could not last.

That it was too big for her to contain.

That it would ebb as quickly as it had risen.

--Kevin Brockmeier

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