Most days, now more than ever, she felt herself hovering over her marionette likeness. In her own sky of illustrious cloud and cerebral sun, she pulled this or that string with her eyes closed, her doppelganger interacting in perfect symbiosis, because she knew the choreography and the story so well. And it was a perfect decoy; she fooled everyone, not excluding herself.
http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/symbiosis
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marionette
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