Spirit Woman

It all speaks to her... The wind, the sun, the trees, the dreams, the time of day, the spirits of them all... The spirits.... They all speak to her and through her and to them she is a slave... No thought or feeling can she own as hers... She belongs to someone else... She belongs to something else... She's not her own... And like clock work, each day she offers herself to them all... Use me, she says and steps aside...

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