From the blog www.blissanddrumming.com, Clementine reads this piece.

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We get injured and what rises up is stronger and more reliable than any structure that we have depended on before. We must be the most beautiful we can be at all times, until we are on TV with the world watching, our naked body riddled with bug bites and dirt and pus. It’s all been a façade. We say our strength is unexcelled until we haven’t eaten for eight days and sit sobbing in the mud. Who is it that walks the six miles through jungle, starving, broken, delirious? Not that self who was afraid to break, afraid to let down the façade of identity and step over the snake, swim past the crocodile and realizing the whole time your own soft, pink body is just another scrambling animal getting to a goal.