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Freedom
Falling.
Severed cord trails a bloody stump. Fear sends my soul plummeting to familiar planets crossed with well-traveled roads of which I know every stone and what lives beneath.
No more.
Reverence catches me in a silver net burning my wound clean with Light. Wings whisper of hope and new beginnings.
Flying.
Copyright (c) 1990-2005 Elizabeth Dozier Steedly Please do not use without permission.
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