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Entrance - Mirror-mantra
If I raise my hands into the sky strain against the pull of earths great mass, I will begin to grow, so tall. If i rise above your rooftops, legs long enough to bridge roads and rivers, walking towards the center of town, face turned up and oblivious. Pulled thin and made taller still, lost kite string in the stratosphere. Wrap my tiny hands around the moon, and tether it to you.