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Dear Dr. Sommer,
I'm in vanity mode. What should I do? I think of myself as the prettiest thing in the world and can't imagine other people not seeing it.
The sun is only shining to please and warm my skin. The birds sing to tender my ears with the finest sounds and the earth smells like strength and fertility which makes me feel even more alive and beautiful.
Spring itself is rising in my body and urges to explode its energies into the world.
I want to tear down the walls of winter and of tightness, want to rip off all my clothes and run scyclad through the woods and meadows, so everyone can see what lies beneath the surface of arrogance that shields myself ...
blessed be
)O(
I'm in vanity mode. What should I do? I think of myself as the prettiest thing in the world and can't imagine other people not seeing it.
The sun is only shining to please and warm my skin. The birds sing to tender my ears with the finest sounds and the earth smells like strength and fertility which makes me feel even more alive and beautiful.
Spring itself is rising in my body and urges to explode its energies into the world.
I want to tear down the walls of winter and of tightness, want to rip off all my clothes and run scyclad through the woods and meadows, so everyone can see what lies beneath the surface of arrogance that shields myself ...
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)O(