Shelovedhidinginsidemases,speakingthroughastranger''''''''svoice,steppingintoiedlives.Whowouldshebetoday?Whatwoulditfeelliketobeesomeoneelse?

        Blendingintovariousroleshelpedherimagikindofbeingshereallywas.

        Here,Reyacouldshedtheweightofwhatsheposedtobeandtouchherraw,authenticstateofbeing:aspiritthatrefusedtobetamed.

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        AfewhoursbeforeQuasimodo''''''''sdeath

        Theweatherwasbeautifultoday.Thesunbzedoverhead.Althoughitwasn''''''''ttheweekend,theamusementparkstillteemedwithpeople.

        Reyaloungediheoversizedbeare,slouchedoheshade,eyesclosed.

        Shecouldsehevariouscolorsofenergyradiatingfromthecrowd.Themoreexcitedsomeonewas,thebrightertheirhue,liketlesstinysunsdriftingaroundher,bathingherinlight.

        Therealsun?Itdidn''''''''taffecthermuch.Evenyeredinplushfabriasummerday,shedidn''''''''tfeeltheheatthewayothersdid.

        Amongthecrowd''''''''sswirlingcolors,onefigurestoodout,drapedingreyish-whitelikecooledash,eerilydetachedfromtheworldaroundthem.

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