#youaremagic
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She was pushing around a wheelbarrow when the fire started. The handle caught flame and tickled her fingertips, leaving a trail of smoke under the moonlight. A coyote prowled behind her. Her hair became red and her teeth leapt from her mouth like sparks when she finally laughed.
When she did, the sun rose, and the sun was her. Her laughter blew along the tumbleweed and certain overlarge hats.
When the end of the day placed her back home, she noticed a different way that certain people looked at her. A laughing, dancing, sparking way.
And that was how she knew that everyone will spend a day as the sun before they die.