As she slid open the door inch by subtle inch to her suppressed subconscious, essence of who she used to be flocked to her reality in forms of mythical creatures, hummingbirds, flowers, and butterflies. The skies lit up for her etch-a-sketch imaginings, reflecting the wild-child little girl’s wish-filled delight returning to her as seas of emotional tides poured out through her writings.
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