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"The soul may go into hiding, but it does not die...
Sooner or later we find her...
She is the age she was
when she fled.
And she must be fed.

One hour a day, let her play,
let her sing
let her dance
let her be with her dreams.
Feed her.
She will grow strong and beautiful."
Coming Home to Myself by Marion Woodman and Jill Mellick