My beauty cannot be captured nor held in the two-dimensional, the pixelated
Perhaps it is So that I am not trapped like narcissus and his mirror-Pool
My appearance is not set nor stationery, it is ever shifting, kaleidoscopic
I am changling, an always changing multi-faceted gemstone, rough cut - I shimmer in the sunlight
How I look outwardly is a reflection of how I feel on the inside
I am the child, the Maiden and the Crone - it all depends on which angle you view me from
And as I am writing this these two songs came on my Spotify that I had never heard before
https://open.spotify.com/track/62nFs5RnG7LcrNBk6oo1xl?si=HExz4HtJQ_mo3XxxkMTvmg
https://open.spotify.com/track/6FvtSHS3hzjS8itHJPRzoJ?si=gCsGddpHQGSjAjyVUNe_gA
Such Meaningful coincidence, such sychronous timing.
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