Magnificence is the sea. Magnificence is not to wallow. Magnificence is the reset between night and day.

It is gold glitter eyes – heat spitting bonfires – the quiet heft of a church.
Magnificence is old age, the big swollen ball of a pregnant tum.
You are struck by wonder in its presence, everyone stops talking, a hush descends.

Magnificence is holding your head up high and saying I tried and I wasn’t scared to fail.
It is running outside, it is taking up space, it is depth.

Magnificence is the sky, breathe it in, breathe it out.

Tallulah Brown
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