I begin to see the proof
with my eyes.
I am surprised to feel the fever
in my soul.
I stand at the stairway- it seems like hours.
I must choose.
The conversation between
head and heart.
My instincts emphatically
know the signs.
I see a woman.
The afternoon light her only ceremony.
Her hands outstretched-
carrying the years of the Earth.
A whispered "my dear."
I begin.
I am.
I stand.
I see a woman changed.
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Chapter 1 Tasks:
Scenes From This Day + In A Series
Creating A Word Toolbox + Just Write
