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This is not the rise of innocence
this is earned light.
This is a woman who has met the dark
and did not hand over the keys.
When she speaks, the air listens.
When she rests, the earth exhales.
She is not becoming divine.
She is remembering
she always was.
~Earned Light ✨

She burned the old scripts in a clay bowl. The ones written by fear,
the ones handed down as “this is just how it is.”
Ash fed the roots.
Roots cracked stone.
She learned the holy difference
between carrying and choosing.
Between sacrifice and self-betrayal.
Her no became a gate.
Her yes, a devotion

Her spine remembered the mountain.
Her breath remembered the sea.
Every ancestor who survived
leaned forward inside her bones
and said, now.

Aweee🥰🩶

Thank you & same to you ☀️

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