She entered new, innocent to the freedom of being thy self. The need to fit in there. Timid, needing control. Trying her best to place anything into her perception of someone else’s warrior pose. But who really stands the highest in mountain pose?
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She entered new, innocent to the freedom of being thy self. The need to fit in there. Timid, needing control. Trying her best to place anything into her perception of someone else’s warrior pose. But who really stands the highest in mountain pose?