However, in viewing herself outside of her body, she could feel nothing but affection and gratitude. This was the body that housed her, that moved her forward in Kay Pacha. Her legs were strong and muscular and had brought her to the top of the Andes, never faltering in her hike. The arms that drifted to her side were soft and full, and felt nice wrapped around others in an embrace. Her hips were the perfect size for balancing children, who loved being hoisted up and carried with their little hands wrapped around her braids, heads tucked against her breast.
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