Diary of a Child Called Souad
Pleasure floods Souad as she runs over the warm sunny ground. She fills her lungs with pure fresh air and nothing impedes her movement. Her arms, legs, back, neck, and head—everything in her moves; action permeates every cell in her body and mind all at the same time. Her whole being moves, like the parts of one cell in perfect harmony with each other and with the wide universe surrounding it.
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