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The True Cinderella Story,
As told by those who actually know it.
Remember Cinderella?
Well.
She had an evil stepmother and wicked stepsisters alright.
And she was kind and humble and oppressed.
But she wasn’t exceptionally pretty or anything.
She was just plain. And wild.
Early on in her life, she realized that she didn’t fit in.
She loved being outdoors, enjoying the beauty of nature.
She could spend hours listening to the voices of the creek and all of its creatures.
It was during these quiet moments in nature that she could sense her body beaming with a subtle flow of energy. Her body was like an ocean with distant waves touching the shores of her surroundings. There was no distinct boundary between it and everything else. Rather, gentle ripples moving backward and forward, merging and fading, in a limitless dance of fluttering extremities.
One day, Mrs. Evil Stepmother caught a glimpse of Cinderella out in the meadow, exploring her own body.
Cinderella was so engulfed by the tingling sensations, that she continued touching herself in places that felt exceptionally wonderful. And she did not notice her stepmother…
