She whispers from the liminal place where the tamed meets the feral. Always beckoning a return to what's natural. Back into the darkness, like a seed into soil. Where we, as creations, lay coiled in rest, and the seasons issue forth through their rhythmic beat-keeping, strumming our heartstrings in psalm.
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She is Autumn. She is Nature. She is Nurture. She is Wild.
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