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“When women reassert their relationship with the wildish nature, they are gifted with a permanent and internal watcher, a knower, a visionary, an oracle, an inspiratrice, an intuitive, a maker, a creator, an inventor, and a listener who guide, suggest, and urge vibrant life in the inner and outer world.”

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Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Clarissa Pinkola Estes is an American poet born on January 27, 1945. Her works are characterized by a unique feminine perspective and rich mythological stories, which have won the favor of readers. more

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