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Friday, December 28, 2018
The Wound
The warrior at the top of the mountain got wounded. She licked the blood from her wound...she drinked potions to get herself well...with herbs and plants she eventually healed. Then she went back to her own self. She is seatting now on the top of her mountain. She keeps a watch, like an Eagle. She is sharpening her weapons. Now she is ready to battle. She stands up. Her wound is now just an ugly scar. She smiles because that Ugly scar makes her stronger. It reminds her of that time she almost die. She embraces her scar. It is part of her now. And in matter of fact, it is a beautiful ugly scar.
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