She stretched and flowed like a snake preparing to strike, but there was no harm intended in her motions. Still she stayed, cat-like, attentive, ready.
She cast herself out into the open waters of a random day and held on to memories of better ones.
Where lies turn to laughter and bruises become flowers, she would stand.
Where time meant nothing and everything, she would thrive.
Where selflessness begins and community is one, she would smile. And all would smile with her, because All is Everything.
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