she wanders⁣ out in the flowers,⁣ in the wild, where the breathing⁣ is easy and free... because it's where⁣ the judgment goes quiet...⁣ and everything beautiful is so untouched.⁣ it's just beautiful. and wild. and fearless.⁣ and whether it grows into something more⁣ or burns down and has to start again,⁣ it just does... fearlessly.⁣ beautifully. and wild.⁣ so she wanders out where she⁣ can learn to see herself that way;⁣ to see herself in the way that she looks⁣ at flowers... like she's a beautiful⁣ wildness on fire.⁣ ⁣ – butterflies rising⁣ ⁣ __________