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Can't wait till I become wrapt wholly in light and my skin is transparent like rain or young leaves on Aspen trees high in the Rocky Mountains.

So sad life takes certain turns, but must come to terms with the way things must be for future, for me. Can't wait to be inundated with waves of love so strong that pain begins to make sense, finally.

Purple robe, sceptor, crown want to fill them all out, to walk worthy of my name, fully pleasing my father, I am his daughter, he likes me a lot.

Glass-beads, sand that used to be rock, shell, stone, glass. sand gets in my pants when I sit down and try to think while I am on the beach.

Sweet smell of salt in my nose, sweet sound of waves tickling my toes. Love the way it makes me feel so small in the whole scheme of things. The whole scheme of things. Dwarfed at times by my mind-bending tricks that makes me and all of my mole-hill problems into the rocky mountains and then some wave comes to knock me down again, and its the wind, a light breeze that rustles the transparent leaves I wish I was, attached to a branch, attached to a trunk, attached to roots, go deep, grow strong, me small you big.

Scheme of things. Wild things are here and I am small, and yet my heart feels how much space it fills all around me and again wish I could fill the crown on my head, sceptor in my hand, robe on my back. He is calling me to be free with his name. The name he named me with, Princess, noble and strong, love that name, love that you call me that even when I'm not...yet, but am.