It blew a bubble
It told me life was sacred
It opened the clouds and gave sunlight
It chooses it's preference
it negotiates its vulnerablilities
it ingests and excretes under supervision
It spells love and wonder
It points and glares
What did it see
It chooses its likes and dislikes
It doesn't recognize its own hand
It got born recently
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