She.

She.

'She was the thunder in the night,
The storm that leaves destruction in its wake.
She was so fearless, so awake it scared me,
But it was the most beautiful I've ever felt.
As I watched her dance barefoot that time,
We were alive. And the world itself couldn't stop us.'

- Zana O'Connell 

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