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her hesitation too
brought forth worlds.

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and there were those too
who often without realizing it
took seat upon the remnants of light.

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those who remained with lowered gaze
had the opportunity to realize that their shadow
and hers were always one.

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she wavered gently between,
so that one always had the choice
whether to drift or drown.

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she forgot no one—
even the animals
traced her absence.

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unassuming
all flowed into her.

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some sought within.
others sought without.
neither, however, seemed to notice
that limits themselves could be luminous.

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"1...2...3..." silently, to themselves,
they counted how many steps it would take
until they would  be washed away.

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by withdrawing she would
allow one to trawl
the otherwise inaccessible.

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obscure,
her crossings.

the most sure
forever indiscernible.

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she could only ever be seen
not by those who ceased looking,
but rather by those who exhausted it.

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the abyss too
was a bridge.

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like her,
the world returned
their awe.

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unfolding
she veiled herself
in herself.

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