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A flood of feelings wash over newfangled limbs. Mouth and muscles babble to find tune. Senses swell within the waves of smells, fabrics, and feelings of the world. The mind ceaselessly grinding away to frame what is given, taken, static, unseen. Blobs swirl hypnotic overhead, centered in the darkness, in the calm. A sparkly blob stuck in the middle swings the rest around. The swirling blobs twinkle too in the shine of the static blob yet also differently, a glow of their own from within. The distant framed close.

The early moments thought to have faded turned to building blocks as babbling was steadily orchestrated. The strings swirling the blobs overhead became apparent once inspection became possible with play. Each blob had a role and in time they found names. The swirling blobs over the babbling baby bubbled powers orbiting the child as they followed similar orbits. The smallest and closest seemed any body with a message. The bodies like mom moved like the next, hot and intense. The next blob seemed nature. Then came the blob of dad bodies, the wall between the near and all the rest. Beyond that much remained a mystery yet within the known swirls was still an infinity.

Some orbits seemed familiar yet they all filled many roles. Stacks of blobs found faces. Mom bodies at far home gave snacks and made space for naps, one and two blob stacks. Vibrant vested guardian of the striped corridor made a way through the streams of rolling homes while letting their shining eyes graze over our bodies as we beamed to our home on wheels, a four and two block stack. They all seemed founded upon the three blob as everything seemed to be moving in a kind of natural order. The blobs got many names and filled many faces while swirling still around the carousel.