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It Rained. {poetry}

I clawed through my denim hide, muddied beyond recognition. Then the cotton casing, wet and black. I stripped completely to expose my human skin. I spun and twirled to the ricochet of thunder booming through the valley, slinging water droplets like magic fire from my fingertips. I skipped and  ...

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a world

To Live Freely In A Wild Place.

Once disappeared in the house, she began to disappear herself. It was gradual -- she was surprised if she caught her reflection, at the face looking back. It suited her, the invisibility of old age was just more freedom, for a woman especially. Only she rarely had to think about it, what would  ...

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