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I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget. ~Erin Van Vuren No power, in this world, could resist the beauty Dhara was. She was like the sun ~bright, powerful, fiery, glowing and dangerous yet warm when close. She held the world around her together. Some worshipped her and some did curse. But only if that could bother her. To her, everyone was beautiful. Easy for her to say that. Who was she? A sixteen-year old child with a volatile and spontaneous mind. My child. It was raining the season we met. Raining wishes that were promised to be fulfilled. I drenched in one of them. What did it feel like when she looked at you from across the room, I did find now. What did it feel like when she touched you, I burned. But, now, even if it kills me to look at her and look after her, I shall stop breathing to let her have the last of the breath. My Goddess in my hearth and I shall do every damn thing that a God man does. Worship her.
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