I am the breath of a cooling breeze on a hot day.
I am the touch of a flame on a cold evening.
I am the swoop of a wave against sand-burnt toes.
The flash of a wing against a clear blue sky.
The call of an owl in midnight's lonely darkness.
I inhabit the glorious colours of Autumn's leaves,
fallen upon damp soil.
I am All.
I dwell in empty places and in those that are replete.
I live here. I am Here.
I must remember my magnificence.
-DEDICATED TO MYSELF-
...and to all women who have forgotten...
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