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Competing with her is futile. She shoots words too accurately, plays the role of a diva or a snake too skillfully. The showcase is shining, almost angelic, but inside something sharp is swirling, without a prescription or instructions for use.

It seems that she herself does not fully understand who she is - salvation or punishment. But her art lies in the fact that even lying in the dust, she continues to fight. And the heart given to her has long been in her collection of trophies.