(The tarot card The World)
I have been taught to twirl my two batons and march in step, as a majorette, and I was as proud as a lion when I got my first uniform. Soon conformity and my growing body made me feel restricted, pedestrian, ox-like, feet aching from pounding the hard roads, on parade. I longed to tear off my tight bodice, spread my wings and eagle-soar into freedom and solitude; hatched and hovering over something new. When I’m older I’ll dance, not march and do it naked in the greenwood with forest creatures and communities amid the boughs and blossoms of Spring. 
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