She stood strong and watched as the remnants of who she always believed she was shriveled in the flames; and like the illusion that it was, it crumbled to ashes and floated away. What then remained was not timid or weak, it didn’t question and project. What remained was fierce, radiant, strong, and oh-so-alive. She rose again, unashamed, daring the world to look. She rose as the goddess she is, shining from within, naked but for her luminous soul.
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Lovely.
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Thanks Brad 😊
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It’s nice to see you back up here again Cristen.
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Awe thanks! I don’t get a lot of time these days but I’m going to squeeze it in when I can 😀
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That was exactly what I needed to read. Powerful. Thank you!
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Thanks dear. I’m glad it resonates! Many blessings 😊❤️
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Luminescent goddess Thank You for rising 😌 Radiant naked soul .
Be~ Wel!🙏
Just Love♡~
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