She casts her lot, life, with the trees and the winds, the sands and the tides, the mountains and the moors
she is Outcast, casting herself outward.inward, breaking out of her casts
Fictions, moving out of the maze of mediated experience. As she lurches
leaps into starlight her tears become tidal her cackles cosmic, her laughter Lusty"
-MD
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