A fuzzy head and a slightly slower heartbeat.
Sitting in a small white room surrounded by chaos. To the left a statue of a woman of gold sitting in a glass window. Her fountain turned off, power disconnected yet thoughtful, longing and a reminder of a place in time when hope was needed.
Life brought me here today. A beggining, a fresh start a new view from my miniature window.
What view ?
"A smile crosses her face as she walks through a field. A naughty smile, built on a conciousness of hapiness within, challenged by the sense of unworthiness recieved by jelous others. Its naughty because others don't have it.
Strength, femininity and abundance ooze from her aura with every casual step. finally her heart cries finally its as it should be.
I am strong."
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