The transformer


At the end of it she danced, she danced until no one recognized the fragrant colors of her moves. It’s as if she was transforming into another hue, another light, a being beyond recognition. But all along it was always within her being to renew, to transform into a remarkable form of light.

From inside her cells she transformed, she transformed and renewed, she remade herself from the inside out, sparing nothing in her shifts of light. ‘It was all in me!’ she exclaimed, laughing at the marvel of her light. It was as if she came from far away, but all along she was here, present among all who peered. And soon enough, she was out of sight.


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