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She has awoken, fully, I would say.

She has healed. She’s being true to herself. She loves where she is in life.

She feels safe.

It is like my garden – it never truly died, it needs proper care. That is, my imagination.

I adorn myself how I see fit, trinkets, orbs, glitter and shine.

I float through life, still aware of the material and yet prefer what cannot be touched.

Or controlled.

I do not lapse, I continue to build upon. My empire is invisible but can be felt when I walk into a room.

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