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My musings on the meaning of submission as well as the occasional story or quote.
3 months ago. August 23, 2024 at 9:33 PM

In the mountains so high, where the sun loves to peek,
Lives a vicuña, all soft and sleek.
With fur that's like clouds, so fluffy and light,
She dances with breezes from morning to night.

But there’s a woman, I must confess,
Who’s got that same magic, that same sweet finesse.
She’s nimble and quick, with a sparkle so bright,
Her laughter’s a melody that feels just right.

Like the vicuña, she’s tricky to find,
But once you do, oh, she’s one of a kind!
She prances through life with joy in her eyes,
Her spirit as wild as the wide-open skies.

She’s soft like the wool of that mountain delight,
But don’t be fooled—she’s got fire and fight.
A woman, a vicuña, both playful and free,
She add a bit of sunshine wherever she be!


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