Shelovedhidinginsidemases,speakingthroughastranger''''svoice,steppingintoiedlives.Whowouldshebetoday?Whatwoulditfeelliketobeesomeoneelse?

        Blendingintovariousroleshelpedherimagikindofbeingshereallywas.

        Here,Reyacouldshedtheweightofwhatsheposedtobeandtouchherraw,authenticstateofbeing:aspiritthatrefusedtobetamed.

        ***

        AfewhoursbeforeQuasimodo''''sdeath

        Theweatherwasbeautifultoday.Thesunbzedoverhead.Althoughitwasn''''ttheweekend,theamusementparkstillteemedwithpeople.

        Reyaloungediheoversizedbeare,slouchedonabentheshade,eyesclosed.

        Shecouldsehevariouscolorsofenergyradiatingfromthecrowd.Themoreexcitedsomeonewas,thebrightertheirhue,liketlesstinysunsdriftingaroundher,bathingherinlight.

        Therealsun?Itdidn''''taffecthermuch.Evenyeredinplushfabriasummerday,shedidn''''tfeeltheheatthewayothersdid.

        Amongthecrowd''''sswirlingcolors,onefigurestoodout,drapedingreyish-whitelikecooledash,eerilydetachedfromtheworldaroundthem.

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