Her truth


Somehow she manages past the demons in her head the things she always dreads. Her fascination with flowers and bees, and the beads she wears. It’s always something different, nothing ever stays. Moves past stagnation, because to her it means death. Her life is filled with journeys, mostly in her head. Yet the truth is her wisdom- that she never dreads.


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