She is the fire, do not underestimate her. She is the Wind, She'll never stop. She is the Wild, she'll devour anything that snatches her habitat. She is the Beauty, you shall be ensnared. She is the Gentle, you'll never nurse your own scraped knee. She is A woman, She is what she wants to be.
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She moves like beauty, she whispers to us of wind and forest-and she tells us stories, such stories that we wake in the night, dreaming dreams of a life long past. She reminds us of what we used to be. She reminds us of what we could be
