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The green river
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Were this a story of voyage and return, I would currently be firmly rooted in the, âreturnâ. Back to the drab city with itâs smells and aggression. Back to having space to dream. Back the eternal battle of what to share with others and what to hide. Itâs still a time when witches are persecuted. Just having magical powers is not reason enough to share it with others...the world has worked to turn us against one another. Theyâve convinced us there arenât enough resources. Perhaps it is so. Iâm not to tired to grow. Remembering always: As above, so below.Â
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It started with a punch to the face. Many, in fact. I donât remember the exact amount as I learned, on that occasion, that I do not suddenly come to life like a strong superhero, jolted to the occasion with drawn fists and a quick and furious response. Instead I cower, curling up like a soft armadillo, trying both to protect myself as well as shrink into nothing. What began was a confused era of hope, what ended was the capacity of my mind, body and heart as I had come to know them. He never hit me again, I didnât give him or any other man that opportunity.