They say the language of God would have to be
mathematics. The only universal constant, which dictates
the pattern of a sunbeam through frosted glass.
Kate could speak it. Not with words. With her fingers.
She can cast her thoughts and feelings like ancient runes.
Today, her slender fingers traced lines in the air. Her rings
gleamed. Her studio grew brighter with each twist. And as
she made the final fold, the sculpture appeared. A shape
so perfect that you could see your own reflection. Not like
a mirror, but a perfect reflection of your personality.
All folded from a sunbeam.
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