I walked by.
I circled back.
A feast for the eyes.
A feast for the eyes...
Carving out her path...
Making her way.
Figuring it out as she goes.
Carving out her path.
One word comes to mind.
Brave.
One feeling bubbles to the surface.
Pride.
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I walked by.
I circled back.
A feast for the eyes.
Making her way.
Figuring it out as she goes.
Carving out her path.
One word comes to mind.
Brave.
One feeling bubbles to the surface.
Pride.
