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The running in circles castle of Howl

Everyone has a daemon.
Mine, I've known from the age of 10 (maybe a bit earlier, actually).

Life is a moving castle made of people, doors, their friends, their enemies, their daemons. And your daemon.

Do as you wish, but never let your daemon alone.
Be sure he's cared for by safe hands. Loving hands.

Daemons are sparkles of life. Your sparkle.

Mine, I left in wrong hands... maybe just scared hands... maybe just not ready hands. Maybe uncaring hands.


Love has nothing to do with letting people hurt you: I often forget that. Too often.
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