Through another's eyes

Amber, born somewhere, at a certain time, and on a specific day. She danced for a very long time before deciding she’d had enough of it and it was time to travel to new mediums. Her blond hair flowed wildly through the seasons as she struggled with the strain of education and tumulus sibling rivalries, she breezed through city lights searching for that warm glow, the one that would lead her down the right path and believe in her without any hint of doubt. It suddenly came to her, by chance, a strike of luck, the chance of a life-time, yoga. An art that would consume the next four years of her young adult life. Learning new abilities, things she’d never dreamed of doing, stretching out towards bliss itself, she had found what she needed to fill the unbearable hole consuming the sensitive base of her very own existence. She had found herself. 

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