A long time ago, she had forgotten.
Forgotten how to feel light. How to be herself.
Words had buried her.
Days too heavy, roles too tight, silences too long.
But something stirs again.
A flutter of wings. A note of music. A spark.
She remembers.
Remembers the girl she was before she became “wise.”
Before she held herself back. Before she forgot her own breath.
The hummingbirds dance around her,
a celestial reminder of that innate lightness.
Her eyes open. Her heart rises.
She stands tall—but her soul is already floating.
And she remembers…
that she never truly stopped flying.
Et elle se souvient de voler - 30X36 inches
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