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Overgrown

Fiction

She stood at the water’s edge — as one does when trying to make an important decision — or consider the consequences of one already made.

This was power unlike any other she had experienced before. Before the choice to give up what had defined her as female, before the need to take action, and mold a new world around what must become — what must be returned to. This is what they had told themselves to sleep…