everything starts over
she lives inside her worlds and recreates herself in relation to the external realms
until a storm rolls in and her trees and structures tumble and she is left with a sword
stripped down, she now sees herself as she was from the beginning and always had the potential to become
in absence of outside influences and of her body, she looks around, picks out the stones from under her feet puts her sword back into the hilt and her hands onto her elbows
this posture is her anchor to the ground, while her toes hinge onto the outer sphere of the heavens
her hair falls about her face
a canopy for the seedlings emerging from the earth
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