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She is thoughts, feelings, impulses and memories. For a very long time she remained lost, forgotten. She is the source, light, night, darkness and dawn. She is the smell of silt and the hind legs of a fox. She owns birds that tell us various secrets. She is the voice that says, "Here, come here."
"Women Who Run with the Wolves" Clarissa Pinkola Estés
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