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can feet forget the solidity of firmness beneath them that is their birthright, granted by the Goddess, and delivered by an entire pantheon of demi-gods? Or is it the mind feeling like one feels when one is standing, dangling, squeezed on all sides by sweaty shoulders in the first ten feet of audience at a highly anticipated concert, feet inches from the ground, yet making no move toward it?
Why doesn't a deep breath and an exhalation drain the spiritual sacrem of all the choking emotional creeper?
"...why can't they see they're just like me?
...why do I take the abuse that's served?
...poor Sarah...
Why doesn't a deep breath and an exhalation drain the spiritual sacrem of all the choking emotional creeper?
"...why can't they see they're just like me?
...why do I take the abuse that's served?
...poor Sarah...