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I fuel my inself to the brim with empowerment and whim by standing chest up and arms high beneath a torrential downpour, face lifted, eyes wide, peace signs blaring toward the Heavens. I let the rain drench the fabric on my limbs, plaster my curls to my face, streak my eyeliner down my cheeks, drip off my nose, lips, and chin. It seeps into my pores, floods my inner-workings, and charges my spirits. Beneath Father Sky, dousing me, embracing me, I am open. I am free.

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