freedom
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I ran through a golden field, the grass beneath my feet soft as satin, sunlight on my face, a warm and gentle breeze lightly stroking my hair. I heard a laugh like little bells and reached out toward the light that shone from everywhere. I stopped, breathless. Before me was an open door, a staircase…
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Through the window glass I see a bird flying high. She twists and turns on a warm spring breeze. Below her is a field of clover, every purple flower staring up at me. And I watch, silently. The bird flies by the windowglass and sees a face staring out, motionless despite the warm spring breeze.…
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Into the woods I wander searching for a special place that calls to me. And the trees, they guide me to the light within the dark. To my left a river runs, and the wind whispers in the leaves telling me I have found the way. Though the path is long and dark and I…