Liberation

Liberation

Imagine that you unclench your fist and see a little fragile girl sitting on your palm. She is so crystal, so delicate… She seems to have just awakened. Looking around, so slowly and carefully, she half-rises and tries to get down from your palm on a table and dangle her legs in the air at the same time. And now she is already on the table, she moves as if she is directed by wind. She feels more at ease at her dancing as if she straightens up and moves on the surface braver and brave…

“She is so small in my hands and so big in my heart”

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