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She Led from the Heart



She led from the heart allowing curlicue rivers to flow outward, reaching, touching. Sometimes her grace was returned with a gentle caress, a floating leaf, a distant caw. Other times, her heart's river went unanswered. In the silent void, she waited for the smallest response, the slightest echo. Closing her eyes, she led again from the heart, another push outward, another intention set free. As divined, a river, not her own, responded. She opened her eyes to meet another's.

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