'Right smack dab in the middle of everywhere, my hands had broken over the blackened anvil, the heat from the flames was voracious, but - outside of those small quarters - the world had somehow opened up, lightened, and (seemingly) flown away. In my bliss, I was nowhere. In my wandering dreams, everywhere.'
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