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I Had Grown Up. I Had Learned That Being A Woman Was Knowing When To Stand Firm And When To Compromise. I Had Learned To Laugh And Weep; I Had Learned That I Was Weak As Well As Strong. I Had Learned To Love. I Was No Longer A Rigid, Upright Tree That Would Not Flex And Bow, Even Though The Gale Threatened To Snap It In Two; I Was The Willow That Bends And Shivers And Sways, And Yet Remains Strong.

A Tree Is Never Just A Tree, It Is Bigger And Deeper And Wiser Than A Girl Like You Will Ever Be.

I Thought Of Betrayal And How It Came So Easily - In A Word, A Glance, A Gesture.

Don't You Long For Something Different To Happen, Something So Exciting And New It Carries You Along With It Like A Great Tide, Something That Lets Your Life Blaze And Burn So The Whole World Can See It?

The World Is Simple, I Think, In Its Essence. Life, Death, Love, Hate. Desire, Fulfillment. Magic.