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Nothing better than discovering her (s)word,
her own strength and song. Realizing the fire
was coming from her own center and just
needed a spark to give it flight. Whispering
her wings to life, her heart to breeze, her
embered breath to something more than
scattered skin and wayward sky. Give her
a quiet cave, some sequined scales, a small
stone place to call her own. A home more calm
than castle. A wrestled wish; a claw-caught star.
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“A wrestled wish. A claw-caught star.” Wow! I wish I had written those lines. So beautiful. And striking.