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When She Rose
Draped in red, she rose—graceful, fierce, unyielding. Her voice, once caged, echoed through centuries of silence. She adorned herself not just in silk and gold, but in the power of choice, inked stories on her skin, and wore her scars like armor. Flowers no longer wilted in submission; they danced in freedom. The sunflowers stood tall, reflecting her radiance—bright, bold, unapologetic. That day, she wasn’t just seen—she was heard. And in her, every woman saw the dawn of a new era: the liberty to live, speak, and lead.
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