"I saw her the other day. She was changing. 

She was hovering and stomping. The concrete underfoot morphing to her will.

And it seemed to be shining through her skin. Shimmer. 

 

The deep, the highest we knew was wrapped around her and she said the concrete had revealed itself and made her strong. 

 

"Really different. Unrecognisable. I guessed the postures. 

It was glorious and tragic and hardwork”

 

The other she shakes her head.