Introducing The Crème of The Coffeelicious

You look at me and see a woman. You assume I am bound by my sex and a man holds the scarf.

You are wrong.

I put the veil over my own eyes. The visible world is all there is they say. I choose no longer to see just the visible world. I take this veil like a medieval nun.

To see the invisible world.

I see the wind before it hits the trees. I see sound waves moving in the air. I see the quantum particles as they are, unmeasured.

I see the unseen.

Everyone can see the visible. I see the invisible.

My fate is my own. I have chosen this.

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