There are days when, walking through the pollutions, I fathom an aura of white light around my figure. It protects my inner realms, keeps me bright within, as without might be prone to dull.
The street is gray and bare but then I come in white light and this light makes sidewalks, caked with dirty snow, holy traffics, divine paths. And in this light I grow, am nourished, and find a goddess self. Glimpses of this goddess self inspire me to walk on, "until the perfect day." Allelujah! ha!
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