He brought me flowers, and they breathed into me the fortitude of four women, as I managed to meet our fractured path with some makeshift form of forgiveness, seduced by something finally fresh inside this dead space. But that freshness came wrapped in confused remorse, and the limp half commitment of this floral delivery would simply end up wilting us a little bit more.
But I didn’t know that, at the time.
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A wall shot from inside the mysterious Teotihuacan, Mexico, known as “the place where the gods were created.” So much was felt and created in that place, inside of me. Either its natural forms hold supernatural sparks, or I hold supernatural sparks, and it took my being there to realize them. But something happened there that changed me forever.