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She exists not as the body that walks along her path, but as the moon and the stars and the sun. The Earth beneath her, with its own lineage of creation, adjusts to her steps, each one intentional and purposeful, placed like a kiss upon its soft belly.

This is home, she thinks.

This body, yes. This planet, yes. And also the space between the spaces—the palpable reality that extends beyond her blue eyes and beyond the illusion her eyes accept as reality. As she looks through these windows, she is not separate. She feels the fluttering air circling her bare shoulders, lighting upon her cheeks, briefly landing with reverence—butterfly kisses from this Earth, mother of all life, speaking an undeniable truth.

You are loved. You are love.

- Still, Between