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She sat in thought, alone, despite her nine sisters about, in tangent,

whom she most loved of course, required a brisked walk;

far from their inspirations. For they had found theirs and she, had not.

Removed, as she placed herself, as with sight, as with hearing, as with smell and as with touch; division between the senses.

For she alone then foresaw a vision!

Whether the mind gave her the shape or it had hailed from somewhere she did not know, or aware of…though it was beautiful indeed.

Marred, yet perfectly marred, enamoured she became and her sisters worried,

however, not for long or to soon of a time, it mattered not to them; for when she did return, this form garnered her very being.

As it was marred, yet perfectly marred, wrought with Virtue yet embellished by Sin. The sisters beheld her return, within their shapes, all nine struck with curiosity most assuredly!

Of her shape,

and together, they went in tangent.

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