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The wind around her is talking.
 The whispers stalking.
The forest is watching her close.
 Unsure how to embrace it she sits alone.
She talks to the air off a cliff.
 Noone hears her secrets but, the Divine, the Earth.

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Written May 23rd, 2005

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