Maya AngelouA Woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and only herself
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A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and only herself. This quote captures the essence of a woman who is free of the limitations of the world, free to follow her own path, free to be herself, and yet fully prepared to do what needs to be done.
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