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| Mereana Taki |
... a hush fell over the people, and silent entities looking at her swayed ever so slightly just enough to glimmer into the physical Earth realm to be seen by someone alert. Her movement was a touch. It created a scene outside of herself inside the fluids cherished by lovers and questioned by friends and created by Gods and adorned by Goddess. At that moment the way she brush her hair behind her ear was the illusion of fate and the mystery-call of the wild within her arresting the developmental policies a maturing person needs to understand what the hand gesture implied and meant. It was quite a moment. It was quite a moment. – Gregory E. Woods
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