Woman Made of Flowers

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Would you rather be made of light but not be able to touch anyone, or be made of flowers but not be able to speak?Julia

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It was deep blue, very blue—there were prickles of sound and nudges of wind, but the fact was, I was born and there was little to see. I turned my arm and I was all vines and blossom, twining tendrils of firm, delicate plant. It would make no sense to say it all now, the way it seemed then: I was not one shape, but many; I was blossom after blossom, all piles and waves of petal and leaf and thorn, and inside, hairy root; a curving scape of hills and valleys, inside; and also the shape of a human woman.

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