Girl, Potentiated

[zorah]

I used to live in potential.  It was how I learned to thrive.  To sparkle.

People would meet me.  Struggling.  With a snotty child at my hip, washing diapers by hand. Making biscuits in the kitchen with camping gear. Sometimes in the dark, because the power was shut off. And they would marvel at how such a girl, a machine of practical survival

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the Fight

[i_dread]

should you have followed another route, striving to understand the meanings of lyrically beautiful Wu Tang Buddhaic teachings instead? Your gimmick might have been a dream of living for more than your surroundings something beyond.