The Storm...

She was caught up in a storm, battling moments rife with Herculean strength and integrity to a feeling of loss so great she wandered aimlessly.  Searching for the touch of her mother's hand, the warmth that would flow through her when she knew she was safe.  The quest for her place in the world.


She ached for home.



She was calm and coated with electric fire.  She was sensual and innocent.  She didn't know who she was.


She knew exactly who she was...

~ Angela Darling

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