“she wanders out in the flowers, in the wild, where the breathing is easy and free… because it's where the judgment goes quiet… and everything beautiful is so untouched. it's just beautiful. and wild. and fearless. and whether it grows into something more or burns down and has to start again, it just does… fearlessly. beautifully. and wild. so she wanders out where she can learn to see herself that way; to see herself in the way that she looks at flowers… like she's a beautiful wildness on fire.”
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Source: World War Human: 100 New Earthling Sonnets
“the way she looks at her… like she's a beautiful wildness on fire”