She is, in essence, all things. She is the universe embodied, and every tiny speck of dust within it. In her infiniteness, she draws all who meet her in and gives them a piece of her. Every piece of her is worth more than anything else in the world, and all who possess her cherish her. She is wise beyond her years, but in all her infinite wisdom she will never know how much I love her.

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