The She Book
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seventy-one

A part of her is gone.
She felt like summer and deep water. But came dressed as a hurricane. She’s the one she’s going to miss the most. The one she misses already.
The wild girl with stars in her eyes
and storm in her hair.
She was somatic and moony.
And before she left, she whispered: “Stop being a victim of your beautiful life.”

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