Shelovedhidinginsidemases,speakingthroughastranger''''svoice,steppingintoiedlives.Whowouldshebetoday?Whatwoulditfeelliketobeesomeoneelse?
Blendingintovariousroleshelpedherimagikindofbeingshereallywas.
Here,Reyacouldshedtheweightofwhatsheposedtobeandtouchherraw,authenticstateofbeing:aspiritthatrefusedtobetamed.
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AfewhoursbeforeQuasimodo''''sdeath
Theweatherwasbeautifultoday.Thesunbzedoverhead.Althoughitwasn''''ttheweekend,theamusementparkstillteemedwithpeople.
Reyaloungediheoversizedbeare,slouchedonabentheshade,eyesclosed.
Shecouldsehevariouscolorsofenergyradiatingfromthecrowd.Themoreexcitedsomeonewas,thebrightertheirhue,liketlesstinysunsdriftingaroundher,bathingherinlight.
Therealsun?Itdidn''''taffecthermuch.Evenyeredinplushfabriasummerday,shedidn''''tfeeltheheatthewayothersdid.
Amongthecrowd''''sswirlingcolors,onefigurestoodout,drapedingreyish-whitelikecooledash,eerilydetachedfromtheworldaroundthem.
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