I cried when I first read “The Empowered Woman – by Sonny Carroll”. I was 23. There was this instant deep knowing that I had embodied this empowered woman before, but for now she was loooooong gone, and I didn’t know how to find her. Still, at that point of my life, all I needed was a little hope to know that she still existed. It was just a matter of time.
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The Empowered Woman — By Sonny Carroll…
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