So Far Around The Bend

She constructs new worlds with her own two hands. Every little corner, every little crack, every little crevice is worth the callouses. She wears them proud like strength; like every muscle that had to carry the implication of never and not enough were cast in gold. She doesn’t have to do anything to shine. When she breathes it’s all sunrises and sunsets — always pink and orange and red — always beautiful and new.

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