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she stares into the light, the dark. the sky, the ground. she sees everything as a map. she weighs her words quite heavy, for they must trigger the exact meaning, the precise feeling. its strange how sometimes theres an excess of words and endless magnificent combinations and at other times a complete lack thereof. have peace, they say. she smiles, moves her hands to the rhythm of the music.
slowly,
she whispers,
slowly,
things will
start to enfold.
slowly,
but with incredible power.
life itself is in transition