It's women in a room and they're laughing. A cosmic seed of absurd joy shared between teeth. Hearts glowing from the center of their bodies. Each of them creating a genesis of a timeline through the moment and yet somehow, they are like every woman who's come before them.
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There's a lotus flower seated between my blue eyes today. Today is my day and I wish I could call Sotce on the phone. It is good ... -
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