strings lift her eyelids, wrapping her skin to flip, touching the ground and bouncing up to the sphere, where waters erase land. her body no longer listens to the track or the signs posted, choosing instead to tear in diameters, jumping into fresh creeks to stand in glory of that which shines in volume ahead of the hills. it's radiance breathes for her, gently cutting the strings above her head, and splitting her hemispheres. her dress falls to the ground. the locus releases her blue sparkle and that is when she wakes up. looking around, she sees all is One.
smiling she throws the ball to the kids nearby.
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