She'll stream down from the roof tops of the forest high, where the light streams in. Spreading out, funnel-like, she will spill down across the glade, as her mouth opens up for her grief poured out, her form will contain more and more openings like these allowing the light to dance and dapple through the canopy of her opening spreading soul releasing her sorrows and deep grief as she is filled with the life and light.
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