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Somewhere is a place (She found herself) not a destination, not a myth. In flux, assessing contiguous images. In today's sweet scented disarray she is waiting to be tomorrow, looking through a prism living in monochrome. Swathed in pretensions Masked by fantasy She leans and unlearns. Why is she a cocoon and never the butterfly? Walking, but just marking time? Invalidated and tabooed? She will write the script the next time because she can run because she can ...