The chorus applauds. The train stops. The goddess steps back. You wake to your mortal self, startled at your commanding fierceness, your power.
Touch Me Not
Meg
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Power, righteously owned is empowerment. Your accounting reads as if it were written in the wake of stars trailing after this goddess, dripping with power and brilliance. I’m in and now following Athena Talks!

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