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The Day She Remembered Herself: A Story of Shame, Emergence and Rebirth
She started to shudder from the inside. The air went still as we sat there. Something big was shifting.
She shuddered some more. Tiny, involuntary tremors rising from somewhere deep. And as we sat together in that stillness, I realised something wasn’t shifting. Something was emerging.
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