The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of matter and of the stars, but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness.
sitting there looking at my
sisters, friends faces
I thought: How Beautiful
I thought: How Strong
I thought: How Noisy
I thought: Wow what talent
They were goddesses and that is how it all began...That's what I remember
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