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I could walk around naked

I dreamt once I could walk around naked and not be afraid. A feeling of peace covered me like a thin soft blanket. I no longer felt the icy cold stares of judgment and disapproval. I did not hear the common threats against my body anymore: No “I’ll hurt you”, No “I’ll control you”. I could walk naked and not be afraid.

Walking around by myself I found a path beginning where the woods began.  Moonlight showed it to me. Moonlight guided me. I walked there amongst the trees. The sound of water always appealed to me and, through the woods, I could hear it calling on me. At the end of the path, the ground was sand and the water, covering and exposing it infinite times.


I walked to where I was called, to where I heard my name.  I looked to the left and I saw them coming. I looked to the left and I saw them coming. I looked to the right and there came many more. They were naked like me. They could all walk naked and they could finally be free.

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