My soul, my mind, my heart. The bleeding parts cauterized, and I stopped being afraid. It is freedom.

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My soul, my mind, my heart. The bleeding parts cauterized, and I stopped being afraid. It is freedom.
I am a stranger to myself with mysterious motives, yearning for freedom and danger.
The benefit of being a woman is the simple fact of fearless freedom of mood.
It was the first decision she had made to determine the course of her life. Here and now, on a quiet bed of freedom she felt so free, so happy. This is up to me.
Forest trees and wild flowers blossom with vigorous freedom in summer light.