the wildflower.
Gwyneth Altenne.
she has spent all of eternity hating herself. looking in the mirror for an ethereal reflection; returning her gaze to her sea-blue eyes. soft lullabies are whispered. it could never be matched by an abundance of external lies. the true beauty and radiance that resides inside. the most impeccable love story is the one she holds with herself. she drips in empowerment like sweet honey drips from a wildflower when she realizes the durability of her bones, the captivation of her words, the radiance of her dance, and the effervescence of her energy.
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