She stood in the grocery supermarket aisle talking with a neighbour.
She stood on the front porch of the family farmhouse.
She stood for something.
She lived in a cycle of intersecting tricycles, quadriceps and quintuplets.
She tried to recall the definition of pronouns.
She counted the count.
What she stood for, that something, had changed.
A member of the Chinese Triad made peace with a member of a Japanese keiretsu.
She did not know this fact.
Yet she did.
No, not "woman's intuition."
Something older, predating gender differences.
Drapes in the wind of the heat pump's output.
Sensing change.
Call it science and sterilise it, like grocery market plastic packaging removing all the smells of fresh produce so that one has to read labels to guess what one has the choice of buying for nourishment.
Call it the call of the wild.
Untamed and undomesticated but not uncouth.
The method doesn't change but the messages do.
The courage to call it the way she sees it to someone for whom the something matters.
Knowing that hypnosis works only after someone has been told that hypnosis exists.
Otherwise it's just called living.
Sensitive to vibrations in the air.
She doesn't "have to" believe.
She is.
She is no longer she.
She stands outside the place and time of species-specific roles.
Where does she stand?
Don't you know?
You're her.
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