The house is a storm of alternating anger and loud silence. She escapes on a magic carpet woven of deep color and far off music.
Wrapped in scarves, color saturated skirts trailing magenta and orange in the breeze,she lifts bangled arms to bless the animals in the field. Shy rabbits, munching squirrels, tiny birds, all sense her kind heart and quietly come close.
Perched on a rock she paints a dream world rich in color, companions and peace. The Great Spirit moves between both her worlds; she knows she is treasured and this is her greatest power.
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