4.1.22 // Wild at Our Core

I think we are all wild at our core.
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Ruffled and imperfect.
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It's undeniable that the lines that shape our bodies are naturally curved and soft.
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There are no hard and fast rules for our existence, there are no rigid and straight lines in our appearance.
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If we strip down to that core, even our movement, and being shift.
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We traverse dirt paths with bare feet, trails taking us forward and shifting us back, learning to tread over new ground and familiar places.
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With frizz in our hair and dirt on our faces, we return to the wild places. The depths of our souls, the truths in our hearts, the pieces of us that had fallen apart.