Why shouldn't I, she asks, and acts, and sorts it out later.
You're who you are, she points out, and laughs for pure affection.
I can go away, she says, looking at you, because I know you'll be there to follow me and find me.
Energy hammers upwards through her from the good earth, and she spreads her arms and blossoms like a flower, turning her face sunwards, opening her hands to catch the light and share it.
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