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The Ripple Effect Of Sharing Our Stories. | Rebelle Society
If I let myself run naked across this page, you will see me. I will be vulnerable. A deer in an open meadow with a bow and arrow pointed at my heart, or my jugular. I might stand wide-eyed and terrified of being laid to rest in a pool of my own blood-spill, or maimed to the point of crawling into a layer of shade under the brush to let my pulse slow to a stop.