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In these quiet halls, hormones hum like bees around a sunlit hive,
The body keeping time with a patient, precise music.
Cycles are tidesāmoon-touched, predictable, insistently newāand the map unfolds without a map makers hand.
Ovaries: two small orchards tucked in the hush of bone and blood,
where eggs begin as possibilities and then wake or drift to sleep again.
FSH, LH, estrogen a chorus mo...