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Opening her eyes to a circle of figures made of stone…
[Am I made of stone?]
Energy steaming inside of her…
Nurturing her energy… her hidden nature…
The circle laughing at her…
You are too made of stone…
The energy growing… creating a source within…
A light…
She knows she is not a stone… she found herself…
Releasing her energy… letting the light out…
Breaking the mold…
The circle displeased… agitated… but they can’t do anything… they are made of stone…
The energy is shaking the circle… vibrations… recurrent liberations…
The source is strong… the source is ascending… the beautiful figure is disfigured…
The light is the light…
She can’t stand still… she ascends…
She is not a stone…
The light is free…
* The Narratives: stories, events, and scenes that happen[ed] inside and around my head…
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