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Heart soaring blood pumping all her weight in her feet and that comfortable feeling of griptape on her trainers,blood on her shins from bailing on the hill that’s balanced out by the exhilaration of the chosen line,she moves through crowds lost in motion and flow alive and peaceful, painting her own story across the concrete hood up cap down lost gone but completely present, girls aren’t supposed to skate, girls like her aren’t supposed to even exist every smile is an act of war.
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