Shiny objects give me great joy. Having a bad day? Find something shining in the dirt? I am now happy and will probably treasure that shiny object for years to come, hoping to pass it down to my children and they pass it down to theirs. It's like I was meant to find it, like it was meant for me, holding knowledge and magic within.
Sometimes I feel like a bird though, not a problem there, at least I'd be free, to fly, to collect all the shiny's I can carry.
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