Imagine, for a morning, that when the Sun rose it did not appear as a blinding ball of fire, but a kind giantess wreathed in beauty, light, and fire. And there she is on the horizon, waving at you to wish you a good morning. What would it be like if she blows a kiss at you?
But in doing so, Sunset (more like “Sunrise”) might fear that she will lose you, because she (being a stellar/fire giantess) might unintentionally burn or crush you, no matter how careful she will be to pick you up.
Arthur Pendragon: “What shall it be, Queen of the Sun?”
But in doing so, Sunset (more like “Sunrise”) might fear that she will lose you, because she (being a stellar/fire giantess) might unintentionally burn or crush you, no matter how careful she will be to pick you up.
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That is a risk I am always willing to take.
And you might risk getting burned if she steps down to give you a hug.