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The Unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam, but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea. -by Peter S. Beagle/The Last Unicorn

    Try as we may to imagine the wonder of you, but our senses are overwhelmed

I am all your fears
all your wonders
all your deep, fearful, wonderful dreamsBefore you believe in me, believe in yourself

Yes, I'm beautiful...look inside yourself, you are too

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