Today's OneWord: Version

I'm not exactly sure what to make of her now. This version of her is different. This version of her is new. This version of her has capabilities that can't be reached by anyone simply constructed from link upon link of carbon, chains wrapped around wrists and ankles, holding us down from progress. This version of her can hold her breath underwater for hours - can run faster and longer than any man or beast - can make love to me throughout the night, while I gasp and bellow for air that I can barely digest.

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