Look between stacked stones
Inside the holes of tree shadows
The stones may become a stairway
The holes openings
To your goddess self
Search for a video tutorial
On how to make a paper crane
If you fail at the first try
and the bird comes out wrinkled
Make another one
Its wings may one day come to life
If only in dreams
Revisit an old picture of yourself
Relive it with all your senses
Feel your jaunty footsteps on the gravel
The bounce of your long hair on your back
The slightly too hot sun on your face
Repeat one, two, and three
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